Li Chen sang the classic old song "Outside the Window", the tune is lyrical and beautiful, the lyrics are intriguing, coupled with Li Chen's affectionate singing with a crutch, once launched, it swept the north and south of the river, deeply loved by the majority of music fans, especially the young people at that time, until today it sounds like it is still endlessly evocative.
It is conceivable that a simple teenager who is not good at words has always had a crush on the smart and beautiful girl next door. However, there is a certain gap between the two sides, whether it is from the family conditions or personal conditions. Therefore, the boy could only bury this kind of thought silently in his heart. The pure and kind girl next door, grateful to her little brother who had often appeared beside her to give her a lot of help, both of them had a hazy liking for each other, but the boy did not have the courage to break the layer of window paper, for fear that his recklessness would destroy the pure friendship between them. Until one day the boy was going outside to look for the future, and the night before he left, he came to the window of the girl's house, and facing the shadow in front of the girl's window, he finally couldn't suppress the emotion in his heart and sang the song that had been suppressed for many years.
Today I came to your window again, to see how lovely your shadow on the curtains was, quietly loved you for so many years, tomorrow I will leave...
In the window, there is a beautiful figure who does not know it, and outside the window, there is a pair of affectionate eyes that are about to leave. Inside and outside the window, it is the end of the world. How much the boy outside the window hoped that the girl in the window could turn and look out the window, and collide with the twinkling eyes of the starlight between the electric flint. How much I wish he had played the guitar under the moon, and the girl sat and listened to him write a song and chant specifically for her. How much he wanted to call her out, but after thinking about it, he walked away silently. There is only one song in my heart, send sincere blessings. If there is a future, look forward to it tomorrow; if you can't come back, let the moon stay outside your window... The next day, the girl received a letter that the boy had already written, and as she read it, the girl's heart skimmed over an inexplicable heartache. She was only looking out the window, but the boy outside the window had already boarded the speeding train and was running to a distant place.
People say that distance produces beauty. Because there are dreams and expectations, it will leave people with unlimited space for imagination and thinking. Goethe said which young man is not good at love, and which young woman is not good at carrying spring. When I was young, I didn't understand love, I was hazy and unrequited, and I didn't dare to open that door easily. Just missed true love. Miss a moment, maybe a lifetime. Never go back to the past, never hear someone write songs for themselves again. The years have been dusted, and in the blink of an eye, fanghua has been lost. An old ticket, how to meet the bright moon of that year, how to board your passenger ship.
You are in the sky when I think of you, and you are in front of you when I think of you. It's beautiful when I see you, and even more beautiful when I think of you. Thinking of you is more beautiful than seeing you. It is certainly desirable to love each other for a lifetime, and there will always be a pure land in the heart for a person to keep, which is also a kind of beauty. Such a beauty, with the passage of time more and more sparkling, exudes a long-term fragrance and charm, let people remember endlessly. Last year today, the Song Dynasty woman in this door 'the face of the peach blossoms shine red', the song "In that distant place" A shepherd girl gently hit the thin leather whip on the visitor, "The sound of the waves is still the same" The red dust has gone to the ferry ticket is still the dream seeker, unforgettable zhiqing years of the long braid of the little Fang girl in the village long look back... It's all a beautiful sadness, and there's a faint melancholy floating around. Because of the original beauty, there is no sequel, it is frozen into an eternal landscape in the memory, beautiful looking back, there is always a kind of endless aftertaste and artistic conception.
Gently I went, just as I came gently. I waved my sleeve and didn't take away a cloud.
Goodbye beloved dream girl, say precious words to your shadow, if I never come back, let the moon stay outside your window...