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by @liwei · made with Suno
A++ · CAR-LOOP GOLD · da43a068-f0a7-4822-8417-d992ba1fc7fc ↗Rain on the Plane-Tree Road · Lingwan
雨后梧桐路 · 灵婉After the rain, a plane-tree road shines with water. Ink scents the school gate, and someone beneath a blue umbrella softly calls your name. Lingwan’s delicate voice brings guitar, piano, light strings and flute into an atmosphere of 1980s school memories. A small lamp at the gatehouse, newspapers on the window and an essay called My Dream belong to a time when the future was still a blurred horizon. Years later, rain against a window brings that road back, and youth brightens again in the sound of a name.
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After the rain, a plane-tree road shines with water. Ink scents the school gate, and someone beneath a blue umbrella softly calls your name. Lingwan’s delicate voice brings guitar, piano, light strings and flute into an atmosphere of 1980s school memories. A small lamp at the gatehouse, newspapers on the window and an essay called My Dream belong to a time when the future was still a blurred horizon. Years later, rain against a window brings that road back, and youth brightens again in the sound of a name.
Lyrics
[Intro][Verse 1]雨后梧桐路有水光，校门口飘着油墨香。你撑着一把蓝雨伞，把我的名字叫得很轻。[Pre-Chorus]那一声落在心上，像多年以后还没干的雨。[Chorus]我曾以为青春很长，长到可以慢慢遗忘。可每逢雨落在窗前，我又回到那条路上。[Instrumental Interlude][Verse 2]传达室亮着小灯泡，报纸贴在玻璃窗。你说明天要交作文，题目叫做我的理想。[Bridge]我没有写下后来的人生，只写了一个模糊的远方。[Final Chorus]我曾以为青春很长，长到可以慢慢遗忘。可每逢雨落在窗前，我又回到那条路上。[Outro]Hear the crossing without erasing either shore.
A song for the road
让一首歌陪你走远After the rain, a plane-tree road shines with water. Ink scents the school gate, and someone beneath a blue umbrella softly calls your name. Lingwan’s delicate voice brings guitar, piano, light strings and flute into an atmosphere of 1980s school memories. A small lamp at the gatehouse, newspapers on the window and an essay called My Dream belong to a time when the future was still a blurred horizon. Years later, rain against a window brings that road back, and youth brightens again in the sound of a name.
LINGWAN
灵婉Meet Lingwan, Weiyang Sound's clear, finely articulated virtual singer across Lu Xun's Autumn Night, classical Chinese texts, the Esperanto-Mandarin La Sama Stelo, then an old highway, the Mediterranean, Showa night, Jiangnan rain and Nordic snow. All thirty-three complete masters now play on site.
More from this singer ↗Music becomes a vertical window.
Let the images follow the melody through the song's landscapes, characters and changing moods.
After this song, there is more than ‘next’.
A catalogue order can only point forward. This compass explains three different reasons to continue: follow a voice, stay with a cultural thread, or cross a language bridge. Every doorway opens a verified complete master.
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人间灯火·第一盏灯LINGWAN continues in a different work, so character continuity can be heard rather than merely asserted.
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Moon over the Old Trade Road
月照旧商道Stay inside Car-loop gold, but let another complete work change the angle of entry.
Voice attribution open · by @liwei · made with SunoOpen the complete recording ↗
When You Are Old
当你老了Chinese · Lingwan nostalgic campus folk pop gives way to English-language song. The shift is audible, and both cultural origins remain named.
BOLLYWOOD MALE · W. B. Yeats · British & American poetry routeOpen the complete recording ↗The song ends. Its cultural life continues.
One recording. Three natural ways to share it.
Choose the note that sounds most like you, add your own thought, or share the complete recording or film on another site.
雨后的梧桐路泛着水光，校门口有油墨香，一把蓝雨伞下面，有人轻轻叫出你的名字。灵婉细腻的歌声，把吉他、钢琴、淡淡弦乐与笛声带进八十年代校园的记忆。传达室的小灯泡、玻璃窗上的报纸，还有一篇题为“我的理想”的作文，都是远方尚未成形时的模样。后来每逢窗前下雨，那条路仍会回来，青春也在同一个名字里重新发亮。
After the rain, a plane-tree road shines with water. Ink scents the school gate, and someone beneath a blue umbrella softly calls your name. Lingwan’s delicate voice brings guitar, piano, light strings and flute into an atmosphere of 1980s school memories. A small lamp at the gatehouse, newspapers on the window and an essay called My Dream belong to a time when the future was still a blurred horizon. Years later, rain against a window brings that road back, and youth brightens again in the sound of a name.
After the rain, a plane-tree road shines with water. Ink scents the school gate, and someone beneath a blue umbrella softly calls your name. Lingwan’s delicate voice brings guitar, piano, light strings and flute into an atmosphere of 1980s school memories. A small lamp at the gatehouse, newspapers on the window and an essay called My Dream belong to a time when the future was still a blurred horizon. Years later, rain against a window brings that road back, and youth brightens again in the sound of a name.