Big play bone

"So, I will die, oh, I will die, I will soon be the world."

The chest seems to block a group of cotton, saying that it is not exclaimed, and it is also shouting. Even the tears of the corner have disappeared, but it is blurred, and there is a gust of gratitude in front of you.

On the stage, the figure sat in an enrade, holding a guitar, singing, slightly lifting the eyes, and full of glasses of gratum, you can see the bar is concentrating on dining. There is no one cares about his performance, and it can hear the murmour collision of the dish, but he doesn't care, the smile of his mouth is slightly, the hoarse voice of the vicissitudes guides recalls back to the past.

The audience that really understands, but thoroughly in the original place, deeply, deeply watching the figure, the beer in the hand has gradually become warm, the fingertips of the cigarette almost burn to the finger, the table The coffee has been slowly lost slowly ... but the sight is still reluctant to leave.

Hey, the soot is like this, but no one is concerned.

In the smoke, the time is completely lost in the light and shadow, simple chord, simple spectra, simple to no new intentions, but the granule and magnificent let the language completely disappear, just only need to look at him, Just slowly intoxication, then intoxication, tomorrow's things will be left to tomorrow.

As for tonight? Even if you walk, it seems no longer important. What is important is that you have watched every corner of the world? I really have freedom and dreams?

The narrative, soft and light, like elegant poetry and moving legend, jumped between the lips and teeth, and then heard that he was singing:

"I will die, oh, I will die, I will talk to the world."

1157 breaking the reality

The light shadow is so wonderful, blurred time and space boundaries, thoughts inserted with wings in the melody and singing, riding the wind, leaving the kerosene lamp, leaving the Greenwich Village, leaving New York, leaving This land ... standing on the top of the mountain overlooking all beings, looking at the cliff overlooking Wang Yang, hugging the world.

The man, quietly bathed in the yellow gap, sing, melodious and graceful, vicissitudes, sad, wonderful and moving, eyebrows, bitterness and desolate are gently surging, wolf, full Dust, there is no long matter, it seems that there is no place in addition to that of the scorpion; but that is like a bone, but it is like a cold winter, and it will bloom.

He sang so much, "I hanged me, oh, I will die, I will talk to the world."

It is not coming to the independently, the mouth is coming up, but the halo of the projection into the eyes is gradually blurred, and it seems to capture the depth of the man's eyes and unscrupulous, bitter and vicissitudes seem to hide the messy hair and Among the thick slag, just left a waved sleeve without bringing a cloud.

Then he looked up, gently smashed his nose, and held his guitar, quietly fell into the mind, and it seems to be fine to taste the performance of his own, showing a heart and satisfaction. God, this only returned attention, said to the microphone in front of him.

"You may have heard this one before." The eyebrows raised, and the broken silk was put into the big piece of shadow, and the light-written words did not mean with a stubborn and arrogant. Come out, "if a song, never have been new, but never once, that is, the folk song."

After finishing, he also laughed. That smile, ridicule, it's easy and natural, even if it is self-ridiculed, the eyebrows also revealed a touch of glaucoming, affecting the hearts behind every eye, but he doesn't care, no pause, stand up Prepare to leave the stage.

This action seems to have finally broken the magic of the music. The real feeling of time is rebuing, applause, suddenly there is a breath, like a volcanic outlet, instantly filled the entire kerosene lamp, the mighty The applause is connected to a piece, and the whistle is mixed, the sound and shouts, the mountains, and the mountains.

George-Slant is sitting in place. It seems that the reaction does not come over, long time, the raging applause continues to hit the eardrum, which gradually returns to God, the smile of his mouth pauses a moment, and finally blooms. Open.

George is still not sure.

Two years have passed, the blue ceremony is still moving, hidden in the narrative emotions in the melody and lyrics, and hits into the softness of the heart, and the scars of the years will seem a little. In the details of the singing, it has added a wipe and casual.

This is a good thing. However, George is uncertain, this is the soul of the time after the time, and the blue rites still maintained the heart of the smaller when creating "Don Quixote" two years ago, and even more transparent and sophisticated, in Hollywood's fame It is really difficult to be too valuable; or the power of performance

Just in the time of the folk songs, the light and shadow were slowly rushing, as if it really returned to the 1960s, the business is in the age of the people, the business is invasion, But the art is still proud; sitting in the boy and listening to a night, talking with the three-five friends, far more enrichment than the happiness brought by TV.

Between, George really blurred the boundaries between reality and illus, and could not distinguish it. On the stage is performing, it is Blue Rich, or Levian. More or Le Wene, that is trapped in the dream, if there is a lot of Le Wewene who refuses to compromise.

Laughing and smiling, bitterness, I turned up, then the eyelids fell into a warmth.

George has some wolf to hang your eyes, and then noticed Stanley, Stanley, sitting next to Thalson.

Stanley rely on the back of the chair, a happy beer, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, and the ashtray has a cigarette that is igniting, and it seems that it is immersed in the memories.

I found that God, Stanley glanced at George, and the smile of his mouth rose, gently raised the beer, and then drank a big mouth, just gently swaying his head.

Enjoy, just simply enjoy, enjoy this moment. that's enough.

Turning the head, George once again looked at the man on the stage, stumble and dressed, but there was a charm of people who dumped. In the 1960s, that's, talented men never lack worshipers, even if they live in garbage reactor, it is a crazy era.

Le Wene, Le Wenene - Davis.

This is a talented guy, but it is not suitable for business promotion, because he is like a stone in Mao, is stinky and hard, insisting that the ideals and art insisted on the time, but the talent is indeed talented, but it is destined to become money Numbers, no one will want to listen to his songs in the radio.

"I will die, oh, I will die," God, if you hear such a song among the radio, he will hang it with himself. It is difficult to imagine that the audience's complaint will call how difficult and difficult, he is not willing to make such a hassle is full, but ... the bar listens, recreation, this is also a kind of enjoyment.

"Oh." George laughed out, then put his finger in his mouth, followed by whistle, kicking together.

In the 1960s or modern? Gas Light Bar or a pioneer village? Levian is still blue?

Is this important?

Obviously, it is not important, all the boundaries are completely broken, everything is true, everything is also unreal, just want to immerse in the melody, embrace freedom, lavish the horizon, chase dreams, bloom Life, when freedom and dream disappear, then they will no longer be terrible.

The audience.

Applause, whistle, cheers, endless ear, can even hear someone shouting, "An Ke, An Ke."

After over-lively scene, I broke the real barrier, and then I saw a person who smashed a person, a short hair and a smile on the face, with a helpless smile, there is no time to leave on the stage. Levi Well hug, then picked up the microphone in front, saying, "Quiet, guys, quiet."

But the applause of the scene did not have some signs of the pet, but more he was full of enthusiasing.

The kiwifruit shook his head, and she was crying. "We are making a play, everyone, this is a movie, not reality." Izheng-Cohen's face is helpless, how can he feel that he seems to dig a pit, then I buried themselves, this taste is difficult to describe.

Just now, this play, perfect, real perfection.

Blue Rich Singing and Activity is natural, there is no flaw, the whole performance is clouded, and it will be "twisted me, oh, this song interprets this song to interpret the heart, truly and Lewin - Davis Thoroughly integrated, at all, notice the traces of any performance, but it has tried the story in the empty color.

Just just the first play, Izu and Joel want to stand up.