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The creative background of Quasimodo’s Gift

"Quasimodo's Gift" was suddenly inspired by Hua Chenyu's sudden inspiration when he saw a very abstract painting in an Italian church while participating in the European tour of the "Flowers and Boys" program. At that time, due to program regulations, mobile phones were handed in, and there was no equipment to record this melody. After returning to China, I couldn't think about it. Two months later, Hua Chenyu, who was composing songs for the record, suddenly recalled the painting and immediately recorded the melody on the piano. The song has a bit of a classical style, but it also has popular music elements in it.

When Hua Chenyu composed this song, the picture he imagined in his mind was that of a lonely and painful man kneeling in front of a candlelight in a church at night. After the demo came out, everyone liked it very much. I sent out the lyrics for a pitch and received about 45 lyrics. Among them, Bo Zi’s lyrics impressed Hua Chenyu, and the singing also suited Hua Chenyu’s personal characteristics.

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Extended information:

《 The lyrics of "Quasimodo's Gift" are as follows:

Composer: Hua Chenyu

Arranger: Zheng Nan

The bells ring at night and the wind goes out Candles

Outside the clock tower, his singing

Echoing in the night sky, the monster in the mirror

Wearing the same clothes and looking at the helpless eyes, it is boundless loneliness< /p>

Woo~~~, a sad song

It is telling that this is no one’s fault

Oh~, Quasimodo’s gift

< p>Enjoy solitude, the sunshine never comes

The moonlight dances with me and the bells of Paris night are my notes

If you are used to pain, your tears will not be very bitter

If you are sad, let my bell sound

Give you comfort, woo~~~

A hoarse song with tears in your eyes

Also for Your blessings, woo~~~

Quasimodo’s gift, enjoy solitude