I Am Important (Theme Song | Opening Song for the TV Series 'I Have a Friend') - Xie Xingyang
Composed by: Liu Yirui / Deng Qiangzhong
Arrangement by: Liu Yirui
Producer: Deng Qiangzhong
Production Coordinator: Xing Chen
Harmony Vocals: Liu Yirui / Luo Wen
Recording: Ender Chen@Juju Music
Vocal Editing: Lu Junlong
Mixing / Mastering: Luo Wen Rown
Music Coordinator: Wang Xinran
Executive Producer: Yang Zefan
Music Production: Shanghai Tianyu Media Co., Ltd.
An eight-hundred-meter run-up
To touch the highest tree branch
No time to properly chew my food
Whistling won't make it better
Head held high, tail wagging
Toss worries aside as they come
Past embarrassments will sooner or later become jokes
Even if my heart is in torment
My exterior must remain defiant
There will always be a path to escape
And I'm a hero once again
My battle robe flutters in the wind
My sword aura carries a blade
My name is secretly whispered in the martial world
In a fight, without me, you cannot win
Willing to brave a deserted island with you
Back to back, we can still signal
Let you make the first move when facing an enemy
An eight-hundred-meter run-up
To touch the highest tree branch
No time to properly chew my food
Whistling won't make it better
Head held high, tail wagging
Toss worries aside as they come
Past embarrassments will sooner or later become jokes
Even if my heart is in torment
My exterior must remain defiant
There will always be a path to escape
And I'm a hero once again
My battle robe flutters in the wind
My sword aura carries a blade
My name is secretly whispered in the martial world
In a fight, without me, you cannot win
Willing to brave a deserted island with you
Back to back, we can still signal
Let you make the first move when facing an enemy
Years burn, landscapes enchant
When dusk arrives, when people grow old
Wait for the fine rain to fall, then together find a puddle
I Have A Friend (Ending Song for the TV Series 'I Have a Friend') - Wang Hanwen
Composed by: Deng Qiangzhong / Wang Huai
Producer: Deng Qiangzhong
Strings: International Chief Philharmonic Orchestra
String Supervisor: Li Peng
Recording Studio: PD Diao@ETM Studio
Harmony Vocals / Harmony Arrangement: Peng Haokai
Vocal Editing: Lu Junlong
Mixing / Mastering: Luo Wen Rown
Music Coordinator: Wang Xinran
Executive Producer: Yang Zefan
Music Production: Shanghai Tianyu Media Co., Ltd.
When a dragonfly hovers by the window
Will it be gloom and rain or bright sunshine?
When a straw falls into the palm of your hand
Or face the ultimate despair?
Who was it that first reached out with kindness,
Unable to bear your excessive disappointment in this world?
Who was it that used sincere passion to fend off gossip and slander,
When returning home, it was already dusk?
If one understood that deep grey and light grey both dye desolation,
Would there still be a young man,
With light in his eyes, saying he wants to explore?
If one already knew that sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy eventually turn salty,
The myriad flavors of this world,
Would one still wish to taste them one by one?
Who was afraid memories would be too long,
Passing through forests and alleys, never mentioning the past?
Who thought it would be hard to escape this unhealed wound,
Only to turn around and find companions already by their side?
I once stood alone amidst the bustling crowd,
And had my eyes scorched by the lights of myriad homes,
Alas, the countless beauties hidden in this world,
Many must be painfully lost,
Before their true nature can be seen.
Later, I adopted a bit of your demeanor,
Daring to laugh, scold, and joke about the impermanence of the human world,
Hiding my faith where others cannot see,
With a single, small boat,
After enduring countless journeys, still warm-hearted,
Breaking through waves to arrive,
Just for a joyful gathering.
Hai Wa and San Ya (Insert Song for the TV Series 'I Have a Friend') - Xie Xingyang / Wang Hanwen / Zhao Ziqi / Fang Pinqi / Yang Mingqi / Xing Chen
Composed by: Deng Qiangzhong / Liu Yirui
Arrangement by: Liu Yirui
Producer: Deng Qiangzhong
Guitar: BB Liu Zihao / Liu Yirui
Recording: Yang Wei@Lingyin Recording Studio / Ender Chen@SQ Music / PD Diao@ETM Studio
Vocal Editing: Lu Junlong
Mixing / Mastering: Luo Wen Rown
Music Coordinator: Wang Xinran
Executive Producer: Yang Zefan
Music Production: Shanghai Tianyu Media Co., Ltd.
Fifteen-year-old Hai Wa wearing floral shorts
Topping a small straw hat, carrying a small fish basket
You swayed by the bridge again and again
I watched from the corner again and again
I didn't tell you, fearing you'd know
Fourteen-year-old San Ya wearing a floral dress
Blushing face, slender waist, fair legs, and bare feet
You walked back and forth in the daytime
I tossed and turned at night
I didn't tell you, fearing you'd know
By the ditch you sang, I watched the moon
The moon was like a white flatbread
I was so happy, as if I had eaten it
I didn't tell you, because you already knew
In the field you wore a straw hat, I faced the sun
The sun was like a scallion pancake
I was so happy, as if I had eaten it
I didn't tell you, because you already knew
That year, my hometown suffered a locust plague, the crops were all gone
But in front of my window, half a steamed bun appeared every day
You didn't tell me, but I knew
That year, I left home for work, bidding farewell to my sister and hometown
And in my bag, how did an extra pair of new shoes appear?
You didn't tell me, but I knew
Hai Wa, I miss you so much
The moon no longer looks like a white flatbread
I swayed at the village entrance again and again
Then found Old Li to write you a letter
I told you, fearing you wouldn't know
San Ya, I miss you so much
The sun no longer looks like a scallion pancake
I walked back and forth in the city
Found an old scholar to mail you a letter
I told you, fearing you wouldn't know
I've waited for you for five years, and I'm willing to keep waiting
Father married me to Zhang Dazhuang, in exchange for two sheep
I found Old Li to write to you
Hoping you hear it from me
I struggled for five years, but in the end, achieved nothing
No money to return home to bless you in person
Can only ask the old scholar to reply
Hoping you hear it from me
I was herding the lamb with my baby, and one ran off unnoticed
That was half the bride price, I was so sad that day
I didn't tell you, nor did I want you to know
Can't remember how many years I worked, I lost all my savings
Suffered endless disdain, I was so sad that day
I didn't tell you, nor did I want you to know
I didn't tell you, nor did I want you to know
The next day, right where the lamb was lost
The lamb was there, eating grass
It obediently followed me home
Oh Hai Wa, life isn't easy
I didn't tell you, but I still want you to know
The next day I went to a noodle shop
The waiter treated me to a bowl of noodles
There was even a poached egg at the bottom of the bowl
Oh San Ya, fate is always cold
But you must also believe in warmth
I didn't tell you, but I still want you to know
I didn't tell you, but I still want you to know
I Am Important (Instrumental)
An eight-hundred-meter run-up
To touch the highest tree branch
No time to properly chew my food
Whistling won't make it better
Head held high, tail wagging
Toss worries aside as they come
Past embarrassments will sooner or later become jokes
Even if my heart is in torment
My exterior must remain defiant
There will always be a path to escape
And I'm a hero once again
My battle robe flutters in the wind
My sword aura carries a blade
My name is secretly whispered in the martial world
In a fight, without me, you cannot win
Willing to brave a deserted island with you
Back to back, we can still signal
Let you make the first move when facing an enemy
An eight-hundred-meter run-up
To touch the highest tree branch
No time to properly chew my food
Whistling won't make it better
Head held high, tail wagging
Toss worries aside as they come
Past embarrassments will sooner or later become jokes
Even if my heart is in torment
My exterior must remain defiant
There will always be a path to escape
And I'm a hero once again
My battle robe flutters in the wind
My sword aura carries a blade
My name is secretly whispered in the martial world
In a fight, without me, you cannot win
Willing to brave a deserted island with you
Back to back, we can still signal
Let you make the first move when facing an enemy
Years burn, landscapes enchant
When dusk arrives, when people grow old
Wait for the fine rain to fall, then together find a puddle
I Have A Friend (Instrumental)
When a dragonfly hovers by the window
Will it be gloom and rain or bright sunshine?
When a straw falls into the palm of your hand
Or face the ultimate despair?
Who was it that first reached out with kindness,
Unable to bear your excessive disappointment in this world?
Who was it that used sincere passion to fend off gossip and slander,
When returning home, it was already dusk?
If one understood that deep grey and light grey both dye desolation,
Would there still be a young man,
With light in his eyes, saying he wants to explore?
If one already knew that sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy eventually turn salty,
The myriad flavors of this world,
Would one still wish to taste them one by one?
Who was afraid memories would be too long,
Passing through forests and alleys, never mentioning the past?
Who thought it would be hard to escape this unhealed wound,
Only to turn around and find companions already by their side?
I once stood alone amidst the bustling crowd,
And had my eyes scorched by the lights of myriad homes,
Alas, the countless beauties hidden in this world,
Many must be painfully lost,
Before their true nature can be seen.
Later, I adopted a bit of your demeanor,
Daring to laugh, scold, and joke about the impermanence of the human world,
Hiding my faith where others cannot see,
With a single, small boat,
After enduring countless journeys, still warm-hearted,
Breaking through waves to arrive,
Just for a joyful gathering.
Hai Wa and San Ya (Instrumental)
Fifteen-year-old Hai Wa wearing floral shorts
Topping a small straw hat, carrying a small fish basket
You swayed by the bridge again and again
I watched from the corner again and again
I didn't tell you, fearing you'd know
Fourteen-year-old San Ya wearing a floral dress
Blushing face, slender waist, fair legs, and bare feet
You walked back and forth in the daytime
I tossed and turned at night
I didn't tell you, fearing you'd know
By the ditch you sang, I watched the moon
The moon was like a white flatbread
I was so happy, as if I had eaten it
I didn't tell you, because you already knew
In the field you wore a straw hat, I faced the sun
The sun was like a scallion pancake
I was so happy, as if I had eaten it
I didn't tell you, because you already knew
That year, my hometown suffered a locust plague, the crops were all gone
But in front of my window, half a steamed bun appeared every day
You didn't tell me, but I knew
That year, I left home for work, bidding farewell to my sister and hometown
And in my bag, how did an extra pair of new shoes appear?
You didn't tell me, but I knew
Hai Wa, I miss you so much
The moon no longer looks like a white flatbread
I swayed at the village entrance again and again
Then found Old Li to write you a letter
I told you, fearing you wouldn't know
San Ya, I miss you so much
The sun no longer looks like a scallion pancake
I walked back and forth in the city
Found an old scholar to mail you a letter
I told you, fearing you wouldn't know
I've waited for you for five years, and I'm willing to keep waiting
Father married me to Zhang Dazhuang, in exchange for two sheep
I found Old Li to write to you
Hoping you hear it from me
I struggled for five years, but in the end, achieved nothing
No money to return home to bless you in person
Can only ask the old scholar to reply
Hoping you hear it from me
I was herding the lamb with my baby, and one ran off unnoticed
That was half the bride price, I was so sad that day
I didn't tell you, nor did I want you to know
Can't remember how many years I worked, I lost all my savings
Suffered endless disdain, I was so sad that day
I didn't tell you, nor did I want you to know
I didn't tell you, nor did I want you to know
The next day, right where the lamb was lost
The lamb was there, eating grass
It obediently followed me home
Oh Hai Wa, life isn't easy
I didn't tell you, but I still want you to know
The next day I went to a noodle shop
The waiter treated me to a bowl of noodles
There was even a poached egg at the bottom of the bowl
Oh San Ya, fate is always cold
But you must also believe in warmth
I didn't tell you, but I still want you to know
I didn't tell you, but I still want you to know