11- Night Spirit from the Musical Land - Zhang Yusheng (Rear Window)

His high pitch is incredibly loud, and there is no false tone, the real tone soars to this one, which is a miracle, I really don't understand what the structure of this vocal cord is. However, just when he was getting better in his singing career, he quietly left due to fatigue driving, and since then, his (duplicitous) album has become a hit.

　　He is a musician with excellent singing and composing, as well as a successful producer. Its lyrics are deeply influenced by ancient texts and have a beautiful mood. However, the style of music is heavily influenced by Europe and the United States, and it is slowly biased towards rock and roll, and it is comfortable in mastering music. It's a pity that God is jealous of talents, otherwise there should be more good works in the world.

　　He once said that music, if it comes from the heart, is only "honest". Deeply moved.

　　(Rear window) The lyrics are all from Zhang Yusheng, the melody of the minor key style, very Chinese style taste, the lyrics are full of ancient meaning. The prelude consists of a soft melody played by the guzheng, the bamboo flute vaguely echoing, and the erhu as the background music is very detailed. And the interlude of the song adds the electric guitar is a bit abrupt, but it is a classic that blends Chinese and Western. Like a beautiful grooming picture, in the midst of intoxication, he also turned into a blue bird.

Lyrics:

Zhang Yusheng - rear window

See her combing her hair halfway through her face

Lining a room full of dusk

Live a statue

There was hope in his eyes

The oblique horizontal ones are all paintings

Rouge is stained with sideburns

The more I look at it, the more stupid I feel

The more I look at it, the more crazy I become

Learn to moths to pounce on the fire

I want to be a blue bird

Snuggled up to the window ledge and looked back and smiled

Moaning her shyness between her eyebrows

Straight in front of you as PenglaiXian Island

He flapped his wings and ran into her arms

I would like to imprison her in this life

Music

See her pick up the lipstick and look sheepishly

Afraid of thickening like a rose

Afraid of fading and not elegant enough

Her chest rolled with longing

Painstakingly always for him

How many good stories to win in the history of youth

Be a blue bird