Ask for a song of the Mystery Garden, what does the song of the Mystery Garden express

Stroll through the Mystery Garden.

Irish bagpipes are played with a very familiar melody.

Song of the Mystery Garden.

Song from a Secret Garden (April 1996).

The style of this ** is relatively unified, the music is soothing and soft, full of memories, and inadvertently reveals a little sorrow, which makes people have to indulge in it. One of them, "Nocturne", was the band's famous composition, which won the Eurovision Song Contest in '95. "Song from a Secret Garden" was released and popular in Norway before the band was formed.

Isn't it "Walking in the Mystery Garden", the melody at the beginning is a bit similar to Titanic's theme song.

Stroll through the Mystery Garden.

Does it start with Irish bagpipes?

Isn't the opening melody a bit like the beginning of the Titanic's theme song?

nocturne, see if this is.

The song of the Mystery Garden expresses the creator's love for **.

Song of the Mystery Garden.

It can also be said to be their foundation work of the world's light ** group, and it is a song that represents the style of the mysterious garden trousers. Secret Garden is a blend of Ireland.

Ethereal music and Norway.

Ethnic**and classical**, the music is quiet and far-reaching, natural and smooth, and Qingmin makes people unconsciously integrate into it.

Song appreciation. Some people say that this song is extremely sad, poignant, soothing, full of memories, inadvertently revealing a lot of sorrow, people have to indulge in it, really understand the meaning of this song, some people are quiet, some people are sad, some people are happy, and no one in the world understands the author's mood when he created it.

There is a mysterious garden deep inside each of us.

In 1996, the first album "Song of the Mystery Garden" was released, which was produced by Polygram Noyu Sidzhiwei. The style of the song is relatively uniform, the music is soothing and soft, full of memories and melancholy. Before you know it, the anxiety and pain have been diluted, and you will have more nostalgia for the world!

Secret Garden. Mystical melancholy. After listening to it for a long time, you will want to cry, because the melody is no longer a simple violin music that is not simply a chaotic juxtaposition, but a voice from the bottom of the heart, a deep compassion for life itself.

But this is not a lament. Lamentation gives people emptiness, and its sadness penetrates the surface of life and reaches people's hearts.

There was a girl who fascinated me a long, long time ago.

She always wears a beautiful floral dress.

The schoolbag behind her hung the food that her mother had cooked for her.

I've always fantasized about being a companion with her.

Let's go to the fairy tree and find the petals of the gods.

Then find a mysterious garden under the flower tree.

Then I ate my mother's food under the flowery tree.

Oh oh yes yes.

Oh oh yes yes.

Eat the food your mother cooked.

Once upon a time, there was a girl I was infatuated with.

She always wears a beautiful floral dress.

The schoolbag behind her hung the food that her mother had cooked for her.

I've always fantasized about being a companion with her.

Let's go to the fairy tree together and find the fairy petals.

Then find a mysterious garden under the flower tree.

Then I ate my mother's food under the flowery tree.

Oh oh yes yes.

Oh oh yes yes.

Eat the food your mother cooked.

Oh oh yes yes.

Oh oh yes yes.

Eat the food your mother cooked.

Eat your mother's cookingEat your mother's cooking.

Eat your mother's cookingEat your mother's cooking.

Eat your mother's cookingEat your mother's cooking.

Eat your mother's cookingEat your mother's cooking.

Eat your mother's cookingEat your mother's cooking.

Eat your mother's cookingEat your mother's cooking.

Eat your mother's cookingEat your mother's cooking.

Eat the skin seeping liquid, eat the food cooked by the mother, eat the food cooked by the mother.

Oh oh yes yes.

Oh oh yes yes.

Eat the food your mother cooked.

Oh oh yes yes.

Oh oh yes yes.

Eat the food your mother cooked.

Looking at the token of love when we fell in love that year.

It turned out to be just a beautiful and heartbreaking mistake.

In the end, I realized that breaking up is actually the best repentance.

Who is smart. Who is confused.

I don't want to care.

I remember you said you would accompany me on my last journey.

Stay by my side forever and watch the sunset and morning dew.

Say too much, I love you, and you will become an incurable poison.

It's paradise. It's the grave.

Anyway, love is loneliness in the depths.

Don't pretend to be innocent.

Throw away the love token.

Let the past be a mess in the years.

You still want me to remember.

Those things that are in good condition.

I've long since deleted it in my mind.

Don't want your repetition.

Speaking doesn't count before counting.

I pity you for losing your true happiness and give you a smile again.

Is there an English version of the following lyrics? Closure.

The deep roses.

How many tears are hidden.

Just because eternity is too beautiful.

I was drunk under the moon.

Holding a red goblet.

Watch the moths fight the fire.

No regrets. You've walked through the aftermath of autumn.

Falling like a maple leaf.

Left alone with me.

Once happy. Saddened.

are all lonely with the wind.

Only white flowers remain.

I want to live in that corner of memory.

I don't care about the passage of time.

Thousands of flowers are planted for you.

Blooming Happiness Legend.

For the missed autumn colors.

The weeds in the garden are withered and yellow.

Tell about the vicissitudes of life.

Write down the dreams of the deceased.

With the light of the moon.

Silent growth.

Waiting for the unknown wind and frost.

Walk quietly in the corridor of memory.

Secretly make that last wish.

I don't care how many injuries I have to a meteor.

Wish she was in heaven.

In a happy place.

The cold winter passed.

Dead branches will be green.

The garden will still be lush.

It is the teardrops that are gone.

Get eternal memories.

Colorful butterflies flutter in the sedan chair ruined season.

Happy dancing and both go.

There are three songs that I like more.

nocturne song

from a secret

gardenswan

It was composed by Rolf Fran the Elder.

Rolf. Lauchlan and Flona. Shirley.

Hope is the answer you want.

I've been listening to this series of songs for more than 10 years!