"Spring Mud" is a song written by Yi Nengjing and composed and sung by Yu Chengqing. The gorgeous tune and complicated lyrics of this song well explain the truest side of guarding love, telling us that only those who cherish their feelings and can persist until the end can reach the end. This music gives people a feeling of traveling through time and space, and uses the company of flowers and spring mud to compare true love to death.
The song "Spring Mud" was included in Yu Chengqing's music album "Harlem Paradise" released on June 6th, 2003. In 2003, this song won the Top Ten Singles of Chinese Pop Music Media Award. In "Spring Mud", Yu Chengqing's emotion is full of explosive force, and he sings a new poetic style. When Yu Chengqing sang this song, he didn't express it in a sad voice. On the contrary, he sang the hope of not giving up love as if he were singing a poem, and there was a strong feeling of being together in his voice.
Chunni lyrics
Words all over the sky fall in my ears.
You and I are silent and don't respond
Hold your hand.
Your eyes are red with tears.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan.
How I wish I had the courage.
Take good care of you.
I am willing to let you not be wronged.
Those painful memories
Fall in the spring soil
Nourish the earth and start the next flower season.
Your tears in the wind
Bit by bit in memory.
Let's call it cherish.
The fog cleared away.
Everything is finally clear.
Love and pain become memories.
forget the past
Flowers are shining in the sky.
Wait for the end
I will summon up courage.
Take good care of you.
I am willing to let you not be wronged.
Those painful memories fall in the soil of spring.
Nourish the earth
Start the next flower season
Your tears in the wind
Bit by bit in memory.
Let's call it cherish.
Flowers and rain are flying all over the sky
Fall in the spring soil
Nourish the earth
Start the next flower season
Your tears in the wind
Bit by bit in memory.
Let's call it cherish.
Those painful memories
Fall in the spring soil
Nourish the earth
Start the next flower season
Your tears in the wind
Bit by bit in memory.
Let's call it cherish.
Let us know how to cherish.