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舒曼的狂想曲

08.舒曼的狂想曲-钟舒漫
曲: Joon-Young Choi 词: 周耀辉
高音低音之中
美好的 可听到
我怕我 只得钢琴谱
华丽世界可演奏到渴想的
怎碰到
我爱你 古典的怨曲
随蝴蝶会扑到美丽路
似诗的 竟会痛
爱 彷佛奏呜曲
凌乱破碎不懂细诉
舒曼因此很懊恼
我爱你 古典的劫数
如全城在静默会听到某阙心曲
轻轻的轻轻的想归于某个心中
几多的铿锵的祝福
几多的淅沥的叮嘱
几多都讲不出变作狂想曲
随琴键会发到快乐梦
似仙的 竟会重
爱 彷佛奏呜曲
凌乱破碎不懂细诉
舒曼因此很懊恼
你教我 必为爱情好
如全城在静默会听到某阙心曲
轻轻的轻轻的想归于某个心中
几多的铿锵的祝福
几多的淅沥的叮嘱
几多都讲不出变作狂想曲
如全城在静默会听到某阙心曲
轻轻的轻轻的想归于某个心中
几多的铿锵的祝福
几多的淅沥的叮嘱
几多都讲不出变作狂想曲
如全城在静默会听到某阙心曲
轻轻的轻轻的想归于某个心中
几多的铿锵的祝福
几多的淅沥的叮嘱
几多都讲不出变作狂想曲

Schumann's Rhapsody

08.Schumann's Rhapsody-Chung Shu Man
Music: Joon-Young Choi Lyrics: Zhou Yaohui
In high and low tones,
Beautiful things can be heard.
I'm afraid I only have the piano sheet music.
The magnificent world can be played to my heart's content.
How can I meet?
I love you, classical resentment.
With butterflies, I will flutter to the path of beauty.
It looks like poetry, but it hurts.
Love is like a rhapsody.
Disorganized and fragmented, I don't understand how to speak.
Schumann is very upset because of this.
I love you, classical doom.
As if the whole city were silent, I can hear a certain melody in my heart.
Softly, softly, I want to return to my heart.
How many resounding blessings?
How many gentle exhortations?
Many can't be said to have turned into rhapsodies.
With the piano keys, I will send it to the dream of happiness.
It looks like a fairy, but it's so heavy.
Love is like a rhapsody.
Disorganized and fragmented, I don't understand how to speak.
Schumann is very upset because of this.
You tell me that I must be good for love.
As if the whole city were silent, I can hear a certain melody in my heart.
Softly, softly, I want to return to my heart.
How many resounding blessings?
How many gentle exhortations?
Many can't be said to have turned into rhapsodies.
As if the whole city were silent, I can hear a certain melody in my heart.
Softly, softly, I want to return to my heart.
How many resounding blessings?
How many gentle exhortations?
Many can't be said to have turned into rhapsodies.
As if the whole city were silent, I can hear a certain melody in my heart.
Softly, softly, I want to return to my heart.
How many resounding blessings?
How many gentle exhortations?
Many can't be said to have turned into rhapsodies.