The Daydream is the author's stage name. This "Dreaming" is a NewAge style piano solo album by The Daydream. The music style is slow and quiet, with a hint of sadness. Listening to this album, you may feel Thinking of the past love, hate and parting, or the regrets of the past... Yes, although it is a New Age style piano music, it is no inferior to classical piano. The sadness expressed in the music can go straight to your heart, making you a little sad and a little nostalgic. , but so beautiful.

This album titled "Dream" is a piano solo performed by the Korean-Chinese New Age pianist The Daydream. Daydream is 35 years old and a musician with a mysterious style of life. It is said that he has never been exposed to the public (no wonder no media knows his real name). He has been learning to play the piano since he was 5 years old. He majored in modern art courses in college and is also quite active in writing poetry. His profound artistic accomplishment gives his music a special sense of beauty. In February 2001, Daydream's piano solo album "Dream" was published in South Korea. In a short period of time, it defeated international stars such as Jennifer Lopez, New Good Boy, Enya and other local Korean singers in the Korean market. The album entered the top four of South Korea's TOWER RECORDS rankings, setting a new sales record for new century music in South Korea.

The whole album has a strong dreamy mood, and it seems like a very peaceful and slightly sad old dream, which is a typical new century style. However, there are too many similar rhythms, speeds, harmonies and even melodies in the music, which can easily cause "auditory fatigue" in the listener, which makes people feel a little regretful.

This "Dreaming" is a NewAge-style piano solo album by The Daydream. The music style is slow and quiet, with a hint of sadness. Listening to this album may remind you of past love, hate and separation. Or the regrets of the past...

The music is based on a slow rhythm. Under the dancing hands, indifferent notes flow out one by one, outlining a silence as cold as water. It is always played slowly, just like people melting under the cool autumn night, looking at the stars on the horizon, silently alone; it is also like the boring moments of the autumn night, when various thoughts are constantly intertwined in the mind. But the main melody remains unchanged, with a slow beat, a bass-played main melody, and a few crisp single tones in the middle of each variation. It seems that the eyes are slightly misty, and then it seems to hear a crisp dripping sound. There are slightly faster tempo strumming and slower tempo whispers. Just like the ups and downs of mood, just for the person I miss. Sometimes they feel the joy of hearing the footsteps approaching them, and sometimes they feel the sadness of missing you every night... In such a sound, they are silent in an auditory hallucination, as if they are experiencing a solemn experience. In Zhou's dream of turning into a butterfly, he could no longer distinguish between the other side of his life and the self living on the other side.

01. Tears

Many years later, if I meet Allah, how will I face it, with silence and tears... In the sad keys, I feel comforted, with tears It condensed into a perfect shape of cherry blossoms under the sun. Even though it was withered, it was still warm. At that moment, I was really afraid that there was any resentment and evil intention in my heart. Even a little bit would prevent me from encountering the beauty in the song. Many years later, will the silent Allah condense into a tear in my heart just like those unspeakable past events? Or maybe it was just evaporated by the scorching sun of reality, leaving nothing behind. At least I cried for you, quietly, silently. Sadly, in the corner that time cannot touch, the heart of the rose gradually grows old.

02. You And Me

Why is this song "Between Allah" so similar to the previous song? It is not only the notes but also the emotions that come from the same origin. Could it be that the song "Between Allah" Time is destined to end with tears, or when everything has dried up, who still has tears in his heart. What stands between you and me, so that I can only listen quietly and watch silently. In the sound of the piano, where all the images have been exhausted to the extreme, I am looking for your body temperature. On both sides of the river, Ara once went upstream, meeting each other to find a bay of intersection. Darkness and distance have never blocked Allah. Amid the hustle and bustle of the river, we can hear each other's heartbeats, and we can feel your heat in our hands. I weave dreams in the dark and caress every contour of your face. Although I cannot see it, I still know the direction of your concentration.

Always in some scattered moments, your palm slips from my hand. If you miss a beat of your heart, you will never be able to keep up with its beating rhythm. On both sides of the river, the fog was gradually dispersed by the sun. Under the sun, all the panic and embarrassment were invisible. Allah was face to face so clearly. The passion had long been wiped away by those sleepless nights. I heard the gentle but powerful questioning. I heard the voice in your heart, I know you have never forgotten it, and neither have I. The river of memory flows clear, and Ala can only face each other, losing all words. Go away quietly and don't look back? Okay?

03. Beautiful Lady

My heart was broken. I watched you coming from far away, and I didn’t even dare to beat my heart. After one or two strong and throbbing sounds, You can only be willing to be humble and humble. You are just a beautiful woman I met by chance in spring, but you turned the ups and downs of my heart into an unforgettable scenery in my life. I began to understand that some emotional rhythms must be expressed in physiological forms, but the strange rhythm of the heart cannot even be explained by medicine. I look at you tenderly, and my eyes delight you. In such a short fragment of spring, I learned to love someone with my heart and love a kind of beauty.

04. Walking With You

Come on, little deer jumping in the forest, come on. The little white rabbit and the tortoise are racing, let the little bear be the referee, and life has become an endless battle. Endless chasing, you chase me, I chase joy, whether it is chasing or avoiding, the one being chased or the one being sought always hopes to be chased and found, otherwise the sunshine and laughter in the forest, What’s the meaning of the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers? So, my dear, no matter where I hide, you must find me. Otherwise, after the sunset, on the long and cold road home, you will have to How can I bear it alone?

05. I Miss You

Drop by drop, drop by drop...the sound of the piano falls on the lake of longing, creating ripples in circles, and I miss you carefully. Like the ice cracking, I dare not hold the mirror to look at myself. My pity for you is like silkworm vomiting in winter. I feel the pain of intertwining my breathing in the middle of the night. I don’t know what else can express it better than this. If I were this pianist, I would miss you. When I was writing, I could only do that, knocking on the black keys and white keys one by one, quietly and resolutely, and I was just a poor listener and an incompetent writer. I could only In this way, one key after another, silent and heartache, I typed it, typed it, typed it

06. Rainy Sunday

Allah quarreled, on this rainy Sunday. So. Such a heavy note interrupted my happy weekend, and I was the only one left breathing and breathing in the huge room. How did I spend those weekends without you in the past? I quickly rummaged through my memory to find a strong reason for myself. The rain was pouring outside the window. Where were you? Did you get wet? I started to worry. Later I knew that you would never come back. When it rains, I just shed tears. Just as quarreling is just an excuse for not loving, the heavy rain washes a heart into pure white. I don’t love you anymore, and I don’t hate you either, even if I’m the only one left in the huge room. Breathing and breathing, I am learning to forget some of the habits I have developed since I was a child, and trying to get rid of some of the tastes I am accustomed to. I am still a little worried about where you are, whether you are happy or unhappy, and whether you have happiness with you. On a rainy Sunday, you must not be like I'm so lonely.

07. Daydream

I actually had a long dream. In the most boring literary theory class, I woke up and found that I was incompatible with this world. I should How can I defend myself from being distracted? Can I tell you, what did I dream about? Teacher? Those dreams are a hundred times more exciting than your lectures. Hurry up, or I will start to forget myself. Yes, I I remembered so many boring nouns and professional terms, but I quickly forgot a colorful daydream. I remembered the records, books, and accessories you gave me, but I forgot you hugged me. A song I sang, a paper full of touching love words you copied for me, a chrysanthemum you pinned in my hair, I thought they were just a dream in the daytime, in the summer heat And a good dream brewed in the dull atmosphere of the classroom, forgotten, you came to ask me whether I believe it or not. Compared with lies, I still believe in fairy tales. Dreams can always be made as beautiful as fairy tales, at least I am doing them. At that time, I believed it

08. Valentine`S Day

They said they wanted to find a lover before Valentine’s Day, and they didn’t want to spend such a sweet holiday alone. Say, at least hold on until Valentine's Day is over before breaking up with the people around you. Loneliness is such a terrible thing. Many years ago, did the priest named St. Valentine think so too? When can everyone have a truly happy Valentine's Day? But there are always so many naughty puppies barking, barking, taking away your fallen bones, and throwing them far and far away in mischief. Alas, what's the matter? Can you find another bone to fill the wound because of the pain of emptiness? So, we had to spend one lonely Valentine's Day after another, in the sea of ????people, but we still found each other. That day, there were two more children in the world, then One day is not Valentine's Day, but from now on, every day is Valentine's Day.

09. Love Is... 1

Love Is... 1

If you ask me, I don’t know...

This familiar music is played with a little hesitation, a little joy, a little naughty, and a little tenderness. It is so pleasant. I have never heard such a lovely wedding. March.

11. Love Is... 2

Another series of such urgent questions, why bother and ask? You can just concentrate on playing your piano, and I can concentrate on reading my book. The fragrance of roses gradually comes from the music of the piano. If the world doesn't love roses too much, it should only be beautiful. If the world doesn't always love roses, Hanging on your lips, it should be more elegant and timeless than anything else in the world

12. Questions

Volume the questions in your heart like flowing water. The further you go upstream, the more you discover yourself. Ignorance is like a child. Some things only exist without a reason. Just like the music you played today, where will it drift away tomorrow? My growth is not about learning to answer questions in life, but learning not to ask questions anymore. , No more asking those silly or tricky questions, no more asking, no more asking, time is a riddle that is too difficult, and when you find the answer, you realize that the riddle has long been forgotten, so I am just light-hearted Wading through your river full of question marks, to pursue what I should pursue, no matter why

13. Steeping On The Rainy Street

I will never forget the last paragraph of "Singin' in the Rain", Jin Happy dances with Yuzhu, and will never forget the passionate kiss in the rain in "Four Weddings and a Funeral". There is so much passion and romance in my heart, walking by your side, but I only dare to say it Lifting the edge of the umbrella, I secretly stared at the corners of your beautiful mouth, when the raindrops splashed between your eyebrows, and the eyes that stared at me were so full of water, like full of water...

I forgot the download address. But I have collected these piano music. If you want, you can add QQ. I can give it to you.

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