Childhood is short, but it is the most beautiful, and in every period of time that follows, there is no time that can be compared to childhood, so easy, so free.
Maybe you grew up in a small town, or in a big city, in a rural idyllic village, or in a distant mountain harbor. There is a Ford thing that accompanies the nature of childhood. A taste, a voice, a place, some people, a story.
Later, we grew up, went to many places, ate a lot of things, met a lot of people, heard a lot of stories. Our childhood seems to have aged along with the place with which it was originally associated. Only memories, and occasionally greetings to childhood...
Until we start stumbling, when the head tormented by life is broken and bleeding, unconsciously remembering the bits and pieces of childhood, perhaps at this time, it has become our only comfort.
This lyric, written about a part of my childhood, once I also left my hometown for a long time, until I went back again, my hometown was still when I was the child, and I was glad to accept me. In an instant, my childhood memories were returned to me.
I realized that I had changed so much, and that when I was a child, I had to rely on a few yellowed photos to vaguely remember. Really as written in the lyrics, twilight is only in the blink of an eye, waiting is the longest mistake...
Don't wait, don't forget, don't go back, we want to be a person with temperature, yearning for the future, but also embracing the past.
"From Now On"
Lyricist: Li Wenqi
The wind kissed and woke up to the spring, and the clouds came from the mountains
Pure pulse beating Father carries the child
The interlacing of heaven and river weaves a dream
In the dream, the red wooden door outside the mother is young and lovely
What did you draw, ah, the cicadas sang happily for a summer
The bridge of the small town is still not seeing yesterday's dream
Time always passes in a hurry under the sun
In the dream yard, someone said that children grow up when they say it
Since then, the sunset still can't hear the quarrel in the cooking smoke
The alley may suddenly grow old like her because she is lonely
The end of the world is not the farthest, but only in memory, but it can never be seen again
The willow tree is still waiting in childhood, but it is sad alone
We all locked up innocence and scattered in the strange crowd
Love nostalgia, but no one wants to come back and see it
The rain does not come from the palm of the hand, and the leaves on the steps do not wake up
Tears stained the moon outside the window The country road was so clean
Perhaps the longest mistake is waiting
Wait for the sound of goodbye in the original land
I wanted to kiss you so much, but you melted into the atrium
With my blood, it flows in front of my hometown
You came uniquely, but the world forgot you
Twilight is only in the blink of an eye, and we have all become passers-by
Since then, the journey back has been bumpy And dawn has become bitter and long
The teenager was covered in dust and farther away
Far away from home, only the back is thin, accustomed to silence
The reunion is always short, and the separation is more and more, so much so that it is impossible to drift
What else can we miss that place that gave us everything
The appearance has changed and no one dares to go back and look at it