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Anonymous users2024-02-08Zhang Jingying - Sadness in G major.
Fireworks that took off last Christmas.
Just as a heavy snow also fell.
Spread out the lonely palms.
Holding my hot cheeks, which were red from the cold.
I think of that sentence for a lifetime.
In the blink of an eye, it was the hot summer in Beijing.
Shichahai is full of lotus flowers again.
Over the old brick wall.
That row of French plane trees with many luxuriant branches.
Hear a Baja in G major.
The scenery of the four seasons hangs in front of my window.
The sea of people rises and falls, and my heart changes.
Passing time.
A faded past.
Time has the power to be quiet.
The scenery of the four seasons hangs in front of my window.
The sea of people rises and falls, and my heart changes.
When the song ends, everyone ends.
I finally understood how sad it is in G major.
In the blink of an eye, it was the hot summer in Beijing.
Shichahai is full of lotus flowers again.
Over the old brick wall.
That row of French plane trees with many luxuriant branches.
Hear a Baja in G major.
The scenery of the four seasons hangs in front of my window.
The sea of people rises and falls, and my heart changes.
Passing time.
A faded past.
Time has the power to be quiet.
The scenery of the four seasons hangs in front of my window.
The sea of people rises and falls, and my heart changes.
When the song ends, everyone ends.
I finally understood how sad it is in G major.
The scenery of the four seasons hangs in front of my window.
The sea of people rises and falls, and my heart changes.
Passing time.
A faded past.
Time has the power to be quiet.
The scenery of the four seasons hangs in front of my window.
The sea of people rises and falls, and my heart changes.
When the song ends, everyone ends.
I finally understood how sad it is in G major.
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Anonymous users2024-02-07Sadness in G major.
Zhang Liangying.
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Anonymous users2024-02-06"Glorious Years" is a song sung by the Hong Kong rock band beyond, composed by Huang Jiaju and written for the Cantonese version of the song, and written by Ho Qihong and Zhou Zhiping for the Mandarin version.
The Cantonese and Mandarin versions of the song were included in Beyond's Cantonese** "Destiny Party" released in September 1990 and Mandarin** "Glory Days" released in April 1991 respectively. The song is a piece written by Huang Jiaju for Nelson Mandela, the black leader of South Africa.
Lyrics: How far a life will go, how many years will pass.
In order to reach the end, how long does it take to dream.
How much blood and tears, can be slowly realized.
Heaven and earth let me spread my wings and fly high, who said that it was a naïve prophecy.
Waving his frenzied hands in the wind, he writes brilliant poems.
No matter how tired you are, the tide comes and goes, and the world changes.
Welcome the glorious years and dedicate your life to it.
How far a life will take, how many years will pass.
can reach the end and live alone in the black world.
As long as you are willing to look forward to it, hope will not be disillusioned.
Heaven and earth let me spread my wings and fly high, who said that it was a naïve prophecy.
Waving his frenzied hands in the wind, he writes brilliant poems.
No matter how tired you are, the tide comes and goes, and the world changes.
Welcome the glorious years and dedicate your life to it.
Waving his frenzied hands in the wind, he writes brilliant poems.
No matter how tired you are, the tide comes and goes, and the world changes.
Welcome the glorious years and dedicate your life to it.
Waving his frenzied hands in the wind, he writes brilliant poems.
No matter how tired you are, the tide comes and goes, and the world changes.
Welcome the glorious years and dedicate your life to it.
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Anonymous users2024-02-05"Glorious Years" is a touching ** work written by Huang Jiaju to Mandela, the black leader of South Africa. Never before has a Chinese band or singer or a song in the Chinese music world been able to have such a broad vision. Similarly, "Glorious Years" can also be seen by us as a hymn to beyond and Huang Jiaju:
No matter how many ups and downs it has experienced, beyond has had its own glorious years.
Cantonese version (original) "Glorious Years" 1990
Composer Lyrics: Huang Jiaju.
The bell rings to call home.
in his life.
It's a little embarrassing.
Black skin gives him meaning.
It is a lifetime of dedication in the fight against skin color.
Years and months turn possession into loss.
Tired eyes with anticipation.
Today there are only remnants of the shell.
Welcome to the glory days.
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
A lifetime of struggle.
Confidence can change the future.
Ask who can do it.
Can there be no boundaries of skin color.
May this land be.
It doesn't matter if you or I are high or low.
The beauty of the colorful show.
It's because it doesn't.
Separate each color.
Years and months turn possession into loss.
Tired eyes with anticipation.
Today there are only remnants of the shell.
Welcome to the glory days.
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
A lifetime of struggle.
Confidence can change the future.
Ask who can do it.
Today there are only remnants of the shell.
Welcome to the glory days.
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
A lifetime of struggle.
Confidence can change the future.
Ask who can do it.
Today there are only remnants of the shell.
Welcome to the glory days.
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
A lifetime of struggle.
Confidence can change the future.
Ask who can do it.
Today there are only remnants of the shell.
Welcome to the glory days.
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
After a lifetime of wandering struggles (forever beyond) the Chinese version of "Glorious Years".
Words: Zhou Zhiping, He Qihong Music: Huang Jiaju Vocals: How far does Huang Jiaju have to go in his life.
How many years have passed.
to get to the end.
How long does it take to dream.
How much blood and tears.
in order to achieve it slowly.
Heaven and earth let me spread my wings and fly high.
Who said it was naïve prophecy.
Waving frantic hands in the wind.
Write splendid psalms.
No matter how tired you are.
The tide comes and goes, and the world changes.
Welcome to the glory days.
Dedicate your life to it.
How far a life is going to go.
How many years have passed.
to get to the end.
Living alone takes time.
Just be willing to look forward to it.
Hope will not be disillusioned.
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Anonymous users2024-02-04Over time, the past fades and is forgotten. Time, that is, time, has a tremendous power to make people change unconsciously.
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Anonymous users2024-02-03Zhang Jingying - Sadness in G major.
Fireworks that took off last Christmas.
Just as a heavy snow also fell.
Spread out the lonely palms.
Holding my hot cheeks, which were red from the cold.
I think of that sentence for a lifetime.
In the blink of an eye, it was the hot summer in Beijing.
Shichahai is full of lotus flowers again.
Over the old brick wall.
That row of French plane trees with many luxuriant branches.
Hear a Baja in G major.
The scenery of the four seasons hangs in front of my window.
The sea of people rises and falls, and my heart changes.
Passing time.
A faded past.
Time has the power to be quiet.
The scenery of the four seasons hangs in front of my window.
The sea of people rises and falls, and my heart changes.
When the song ends, everyone ends.
I finally understood how sad it is in G major.
In the blink of an eye, it was the hot summer in Beijing.
Shichahai is full of lotus flowers again.
Over the old brick wall.
That row of French plane trees with many luxuriant branches.
Hear a Baja in G major.
The scenery of the four seasons hangs in front of my window.
The sea of people rises and falls, and my heart changes.
Passing time.
A faded past.
Time has the power to be quiet.
The scenery of the four seasons hangs in front of my window.
The sea of people rises and falls, and my heart changes.
When the song ends, everyone ends.
I finally understood how sad it is in G major.
The scenery of the four seasons hangs in front of my window.
The sea of people rises and falls, and my heart changes.
Passing time.
A faded past.
Time has the power to be quiet.
The scenery of the four seasons hangs in front of my window.
The sea of people rises and falls, and my heart changes.
When the song ends, everyone ends.
I finally understood how sad it is in G major.
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Anonymous users2024-02-02Glory daysSinger: beyond
Lyrics. The bell rings to call home.
Zhong Xing rammed hey, obediently roared).
in his life.
Drag him to kill the thunder).
It's a little embarrassing.
As if the hair band Ding hey gray).
Black skin gives him meaning.
Hasei gave the vka he a refuge).
It is a lifetime of dedication in the fight against skin color.
Department of the wound bong hin fu sei guide chapter).
Years and months turn possession into loss.
Ning Yu sprinkled ashes on the porridge of Yongyaobin).
Tired eyes with anticipation.
Compensation gyun has to be mulberry belt is busy).
Today there are only remnants of the shell.
I just heard that a few Yao are in prison and have to live a loss).
Welcome to the glory days.
Welcome to the light fai years old jade).
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
Cutting the machine in the wind and rain).
A lifetime of hesitation and struggle.
Ah, the king has to struggle).
Confidence can change the future.
Jisen Sun Huo changed to Bin Meilai).
Ask who can do it.
Hide who wants to bag porridge all).
Whether it is possible to distinguish between skin tones.
Live FAO eight turn sei has to lack the royal file of the Han).
May this land be.
Allow the knot to be thundered).
It doesn't matter if you or I are high or low.
I'm stupid enough within eight turns).
The beauty of the colorful show.
Ban turned sei hin poked Mei Lai)
It's because it doesn't.
Department of flooding it Mu Yao).
Separate each color.
Flip the points hi each in the sei figure).
Years and months turn possession into loss.
Ning Yu sprinkled ashes on the porridge of Yongyaobin).
Tired eyes with anticipation.
Compensation gyun has to be dismantled with the macro busy).
Today there are only remnants of the shell.
I just heard that a few Yao are in prison and have to live a loss).
Welcome to the glory days.
Welcome to the light fai years old jade).
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
Cutting the machine in the wind and rain).
A lifetime of hesitation and struggle.
Ah, the wound has been grunging, and the king of chaos has to struggle).
Confidence can change the future.
Jisen Sun Huo changed to Bin Meilai).
Ask who can do it.
Hide who wants to bag porridge all).
Today there are only remnants of the shell.
I just heard that a few Yao are in prison and have to live a loss).
Welcome to the glory days.
Welcome to the light fai years old jade).
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
Cutting the machine in the wind and rain).
A lifetime of hesitation and struggle.
Ah, the king has to struggle).
Confidence can change the future.
Jisen Sun Huo changed to Bin Meilai).
Ask who can do it.
Hide who wants to bag porridge all).
Today there are only remnants of the shell.
I just heard that a few Yao are in prison and have to live a loss).
Welcome to the glory days.
Welcome to the light fai years old jade).
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
Cutting the machine in the wind and rain).
A lifetime of hesitation and struggle.
Ah, the king has to struggle).
Confidence can change the future.
Jisen Sun Huo changed to Bin Meilai).
Ask who can do it.
Hide who wants to bag porridge all).
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Anonymous users2024-02-01<> "Glorious Years", composed by Huang Jiaju and wrote the lyrics for the Cantonese version of the song, and the Mandarin version was written by He Qihong and Zhou Zhiping.
Cantonese version of the lyrics:
The bell rings to call home.
in his life.
It seems to be a little embarrassed.
Black skin gives him meaning.
It is a lifetime of dedication in the fight against skin color.
Years and months turn possession into loss.
Tired eyes with anticipation.
Today there are only remnants of the shell.
Welcome to the glory days.
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
A lifetime of hesitation and struggle.
Confidence can change the future.
Ask who can do it.
Whether it is possible to distinguish between skin tones.
May this land be.
It doesn't matter if you or I are high or low.
The beauty of the flashes of color.
It's because it doesn't.
Separate each color.
Years and months turn possession into loss.
Tired eyes with anticipation.
Today there are only remnants of the shell.
Welcome to the glory days.
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
A lifetime of hesitation and struggle.
Confidence can change the future.
Ask who can do it.
Today there are only remnants of the shell.
Welcome to the glory days.
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
A lifetime of hesitation and struggle.
Confidence can change the future.
Ask who can do it. wooah
Today there are only remnants of the shell.
Welcome to the glory days.
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
A lifetime of hesitation and struggle.
Confidence can change the future.
Ask who can do it. wooah
Today there are only remnants of the shell.
Welcome to the glory days.
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
A lifetime of hesitation and struggle.
Confidence can change the future.
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Anonymous users2024-01-31Lyrics: The bell rings the signal to return home In his life, it seems to be a little embarrassing.
The meaning of black skin to him is a lifetime of dedication to the struggle of skin color, and the years turn possession into loss.
Tired eyes with anticipation Today there is only a remnant of the shell to greet the glorious years.
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain After a lifetime of hesitation and struggle, self-confidence can change the future.
Ask who can do it, can there be no boundaries of skin color, may this land.
No matter how high or low you and I are, the beauty of the colorful flashes is because it doesn't.
Separate each color, the years, the months, the possession, the loss, the tired eyes, with the expectation.
Today, there is only a remnant of the shell to welcome the glorious years, and hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
After a lifetime of hesitant struggles, self-confidence can change the future, ask who can do it.
Today, there is only a remnant of the shell to welcome the glorious years, and hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
After a lifetime of hesitant struggles, self-confidence can change the future, ask who can do it.
Today, there is only a remnant of the shell to welcome the glorious years, and hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
After a lifetime of hesitant struggles, self-confidence can change the future, ask who can do it.
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Anonymous users2024-01-30Song: Glory Days.
Singer: Beyond **: Glory days.
Music: Huang Jiaju Lyrics: Huang Jiaju Editor: beyond
The bell rings to call home.
There seems to be a little sigh in his life.
The meaning of black scissors to him.
It is a lifetime of dedication in the fight against skin color.
Years and months turn possession into loss.
Tired eyes with anticipation.
Today there are only remnants of the displacement shell.
Welcome to the glory days.
Hold on to freedom in the wind and rain.
After a lifetime of wandering struggles.
Confidence can change the future.
Ask who can do it.
Song: Glory Days (Country).
Singer: Beyond **: Glory days.
Glory daysWord Zhou Zhiping. He Qihong. Qu Huang Jiaju. Lead singer Huang Jiaju.
How far a life is going to go.
How many years have passed.
to get to the end.
How long does it take to dream.
How much blood and tears.
in order to achieve it slowly.
Heaven and earth let me spread my wings and fly high.
Who said it was naïve prophecy.
Waving frantic hands in the wind.
Write splendid psalms.
No matter how tired you are.
The tide comes and goes, and the world changes.
Welcome to the glory days.
Dedicate your life to it.
How far a life is going to go.
How many years have passed.
to get to the end.
Living alone takes time.
Just be willing to look forward to it.
Hope will not be disillusioned.
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