Jazz版Somewhere in Time

> The Philharmonic By≠paleink A calm turn in the midnight is just raising and moving itself with the retreat of violent wind and rain. He lifts a thick candle and paces his step on to the bottom of the boat in solitude in such a solitary evening, such a solitary lake. Here the boat preparation for him, for the departure of his life journey, waiting. The secretive darkness and dampness is stroking his face, still chilly, but slightly. Suddenly, the sounds of the melody flow to his ears, tentatively and plaintively bulging into a mountainous mass, the grey fog twists inside the hug of the sounds. It is a vale of soothing where the feeling is beaten down, immensity. The waves of the notes fling and hurl itself high so restful which seems to touch the evening sky and finally settle for down and sweep those tangled cluster of mountains and plains and lakes, up and down, lingering around. The sounds drift and then settle on the edge of the boat, lowered and raised, hover around. He feels being closed in. His soften glance flicks through crystal water, silvers of silver moonlight shadow in ripple on ripple. He senses the trickle of the warmth dripping through his palms, soften into mild and happy comfort. In the distance few of comings and goings of beauties through the panting of cars hurry past. Flying sleeves like flowing water are shift, flashing Chinese ancient opera is changing. Pear blossom flip over drizzle tears ticking off down at the edge of the theatre floors where they are retreating, quietly but steadily, swinging away out of sight, out of the crowded and bustling town, soon plunging into the inky empty alleys. The place, the old world is now ebbing steadily, far away. For an instance, he pauses and halts to turns his head back, the last glance looking across the lake, irresistibly. And again he feels a distraction at the heart of his. Some distance away, at the bank of the lake, the moonlit perches on the pear blossom tree to watch down: the trees are in bloom, thickening with the fresh pink petals coiled the branches, a gesture of splendour; beneath the flower of moon-shadow hidden and shaded; and the patternless dappling of the evening-shadow dance under the calm sky. This sudden backward glance leaving an ever-lasting story of the past, of the years, now she catches and carries such glance at the Gate of Flashbacks in her eyes, in her minds even, and in her blood to memorise. The passing of a glance, of a sound follows her night after night, day after day…, it goes on ringing. 欢迎到小墨水的窝窝作客~

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• 好听，请教如何下载。 -多谢！！！- ♀ (0 bytes) () 09/11/2005 postreply 09:58:55

• Here you go:) -≠paleink- ♀ (104 bytes) () 09/11/2005 postreply 10:22:01

• 再请教各位高手，ASF格式如何烧在普通CD上听 -我用NERO不可以- ♀ (0 bytes) () 09/11/2005 postreply 10:39:41

• 很抱歉偶也不会。请NES师傅把此曲转成MP3吧：） -≠paleink- ♀ (28 bytes) () 09/11/2005 postreply 10:49:19

• MP3下载地址 -nes- ♂ (99 bytes) () 09/11/2005 postreply 15:42:58

• ＭediaＰlayer, BURN LIST ,D & Ｄ． -邵俊可- ♂ (0 bytes) () 09/11/2005 postreply 14:53:49

• 谢谢师傅和俊可的帮助 -≠paleink- ♀ (0 bytes) () 09/12/2005 postreply 02:11:10