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Worried that his voice bothering into the work of the crew, the words of Anne whispers, let Paul have to close the ear, this can capture a silky voice, then he also quietly answers, "Yes, that is blue ceremony." How? Can't you come out? "The Paul's mouth could not help but rise." In order to shoot this movie, he left a beard. "

Anne shook his head gently, "Not because of beard."

Subsequently, Annie was silent. Through the bustling crowd, quietly looked at the figure above the stage, and had a long time.

Paul, who has been waiting patiently, almost didn't have any following, and then prepared to sit straight, the ear came again, "he is blue, but it looks like a blue ceremony."

"Unlike?" Paul did not help again raise his sight again and looked over.

Anne was firmly shaking his head, and once again appeared on the Grande awards ceremony, there was no accompaniment to sing "the wild beast", and the eyebrows came to the touch of sadness and bitterness, but still proudly It's straightforward, standing in the center of the world, but there is a lonely and desolate.

Anne is still small, words can't be expressed, I can't say it, but I don't have a slightly red, and I shook my head again, "Yes, not." She didn't know that she said it. What, after you can't express it, then silent, sit quietly, watch the blue ceremony.

"... I know." Paul said softly, he can understand Anne's ideas. This is Blue Rich, every performance can always bring a surprise blue ceremony.

At this moment, he did not even start performing, just sitting on the chair, seriously debuging the strings seriously, but the slow-moving emotions and temperament have already outlined, it seems that all are the same, but Everything has changed.

"He is Blue Rich, but he is now Le Wene." Paul was gently explained.

1156 light shadow stop

A microphone, a wooden chair, a guitar, a beam light.

The whole world is concentrated to become a stage, only one person and a throat, this is all, stand here, but can break the space, walk through the world; can also break the bondage of time, experience the long life. The line of sight is not from the autonomy, and it is quiet, so quietly, watching the man in the center of the stage.

He is focusing on the strings, and he will not cause any attention in the vast sea of ​​people. Maybe just lying on the chair, the drunken tramp, but at this moment I have a difference, even I can't see his face and my eyes, I can only faintly feel the loneliness, bitterness and pain, and high and proud, then the line of sight will never open again.

In the amazing halo, there is no warning, the string fingertips began to hook the string, and the simple chord does not seem to have any special, but the jumping between the sleeper is flying in the light shadow. Time is stopped like this, then, the noisy argument will gradually disappear, only the wine glasses and desktops are gently collided, and the spoons and coffee cups are gently collided with the trivial sounds in the air.

There is a kind of illusion between paralysis, and the sound of music begins, and it has become bigger little, and finally it is clearly rooted in the ear.

"I hanged me, oh, I will die, I will soon be the world."

It's just the first song, the mellow and hoarse voice joked the silk ripple in the melody, just like the green bamboo palm in the red velvet / dial, soft and warm faint The temperature passed through the fingertips, and the delicate emotions did not block the tip, firmly grabbed every clue of the heart.

"I will die, oh, I will die, I will soon be the world. I don't care, but I don't want to be trapped in a tomb, I have traveled all over the sea."

The flow of water-like songs, is unwilling, arrogant, but in the tail of the smoke, I have a sadness and vicissitudes of life, the bitter bitterness like the cigarette is usually lingering under the nose, a trace hoarse The voice is like a string, gently digging, and deeply, deeply intoxicated in a hazy gay before realizing it.

He has arrived in every corner of the world, but now it is necessary to be trapped in the cold and darkness of a field, more terrible than death, more terrible is to lose freedom. He does not mind the trial and death of death, but he mysteriously with freedom and dream.

The soft call, soft and down, look at the face of the hole under the mouth, and the mouth blocked, the shadow, the shadow, which is blocked, and the shadow is blocked. The fragility and pride of the depths are strict, and the handsome Ying's eyebrows are not visible to the middle of the middle, and it seems to have a deep trace.

Not coming to independently, thoughts followed the little string and the moving port all over the world, the heart is aging. Time and space began to spread outward.

"The footprint is covered with Cape Lilado, as well as the corner of Arkansas; wandering in Cape Grand, there is a corner of Arkansas. I really he / fucking, I can hide me, a straw can hide me. I have walked through thousands of water. "

I don't know if it is an illusion, and the halo can capture the horizontal ripple, hidden between the beard, and it seems not too obvious, but the deserted eye is gently sang a happy and cozy look, seemed to memories. It's a wandering.

Cape Girand and Arkus's scenery are not / , nor is not strong, not beautiful, but still leave an indelible brand in the deep body, those winds, those trees, those sunshine, those Sky ... Just just call in my mind, happiness is turning, even if he is almost starved, a straw is enough to cover his figure, but it is still a journey of happiness.

That kind of pure happiness, crystal and translucent, not doped with any impurities, sincere and simple.

Even if it is poor, even if you can't get it, even if you are not covered, you are really true. If you can't prevent your eyes, you can't close your eyes, gently follow the melody to sway your body, let go of your footsteps, start the waves of the world.

"Climbing the peak, I firmly stood; climbed the peak, I firmly stood there. I came back to the shoulder, holding a dagger in my hand, I have arrived at the end of the world."

Reality and ideal collision, life has once again become bloody and cruel, and the United States launched all the young people in the country, and a brain put into this war, and then, he climbed the peak in the waves. He firmly, he chose to join the war, and the reunion and dagger have been in the country.

But now, the and lonely of the words are turning up.

That war, is it for who's war? Is it for what the war is insisting? Who is the life of innocent deaths? They all thought they were active as the country, but it was a blind, and the politics of the White House with a fresh and young life blocked, but there was no one to remember their name, and finally A series of numbers.

God, oh, God, he once arrived in the horizontal corner, and worry-free, he didn't have food. He didn't live, he didn't embrace, except for music, but he had a world.

Therefore, he would rather die, at least, the still existence of it is true.

The whole gas lamp is quiet, the kind of quiet air, the light and shadow really stopped, full of bitter, full of sorrow, but could not describe, just look quietly on the stage above the stage, And desolate, sad, seemingly, it seems that the heart in the chest has stopped beating.

On top of the full vicissitudes of his face, it still brought a touch of lonely.

The light is so bright, it is shrouded above his figure, and the world outside the light disappeared this, only he is alone, standing, I don't help; but he is still straightforward, opened. The chest, focused and put into the ground, and the firm belief never moved.

Proud, gentle, gentle and dazzling, low-key.

No need to look, no action, no expression, between the hands, just sitting there, only quietly sitting there, the voice completes the narrative, the vivid and profound emotional pieces slowly flowing in the melody, forgotting everyone The existence, but it is easy to drag everyone in his world.

Listening, his song plugged in wings, is being hovering.

"The twisted set put my neck, they will hang me high."

Suddenly, the nose is slightly sour, the sight is blurred, and the faint sadness and lonelie have echoed. His song is so gentle, even the mouth also smiles, gently rushed, whispered, " The twisted set of my neck, they hang me high. The last sentence came from the ear: I didn't have to end. I don't have to be too long. I have a good world. "

If you can't prevent it, the warm tears are wet, the wolf is unbearable, but only after all is a few.

Only the group of people who really experienced the Vietnam will only have experienced the group of people who have experienced more than six years. Only those people who really scarred the wind, only the group of people who really touched the kernels, only really calm down the eyes The group of people can hear the profound emotion in this shallow low singing.

When the freedom disappeared, when the dream disappeared, when they insisted and faith disappeared, they didn't expect, even if they were alive, they were already dead, such as walking dead, mouran, those memories they used It has become a past, deeply buried in the rotted soil. When spring arrives, wait for the moment to bloom.