Listen to a

I never expected that a ballad would move me deeply, which made me feel like hearing the quiver in my heart, like the Van Gogh Bell in the ancient temples in deep mountains, and the sound was full of the meditation of human beings. While still in this rainy night, the drips of raindrops knocked on the cold window, accompanied by the sobbing pouring out of singers, I seemed to smell the greetings from distant friends, and the wounds and leaks of the wandering half of the life. I want to give up listening to this singer talking about the long road of life, but I still miss the hoarse which is comparable to the sunset in the desert, so I have to continue to hide in the soft comfort and pure sounds of nature. There is no flowery words in the song, but you can have a painful understanding after listening to it. I really want to ask the singer how the melody like the beginning can be called a ballad, and how can my youth like Jade be hummed into the helpless passing water here. However, I suddenly felt how cowardly I was. I felt guilty and numb the long-standing fervor with the crazy fleeting time. I let the noise of the world plug in my empty and white room. We always know that it is precious after losing, and then we regret it again. We regret that it is just a little ups and downs, which can poke the weakest part in your heart, so I paid the long night to my deserted courtyard, letting my tears choked. The song is about time and youth. I don’t want to admit the sadness of my voice, just like the elaboration of the lyrics. But years will eventually leave their faces, just like singing softly. This world is still this world, but you and I are already gone. Time shakes slowly, carving our years into a piece of quaint xylophone. The string is not broken yet, but it is broken again. We lay down quietly, delighted that one day someone and a heart could wake us up from the dusty memory to repeat the pain that had already gone and flied, to regain the dream that had been wet by the rain for thousands of years. Time has changed, but fortunately, this old infatuation has not changed. We may have forgotten who we are obsessed with, because the speeding train has brought our youth away forever, and because we have met people who make us sad, only then did we carefully put away the limited enthusiasm and plain smile, and unconsciously built the thick wall in the atrium, thinking that there were more swords, guns and rainforests outside. Then, I want to ask, the sweat of our victory in those years, the loud and clear oath at the beginning, and the fierce struggle at the beginning, all of these are really as ethereal as a mountain mist, it is just a hint of green tea on the lips. This shouldn’t be what youth should look like. The vine covering the wall was decorated with gorgeous flowers. The Breeze kissed and the Bell laughed, repeating the persistence of youth and singing the joy of youth. Outside the window, the rain still fell. The song is still lingering around my ears. The corners of my mouth rose, and there was no rain in my heart. Twelve years of youth are gone forever, but fortunately, the confirmation of my youth and frivolous is still there, and my determination to travel across mountains and rivers is still there. The singer sang a lot of vicissitudes, but I only felt into my heart. We are like talking through time and space, talking about the frozen origin. Listen to A Song of Time, sing a period of youth, light a heart lamp, get drunk for a lifetime. Regardless of the bitterness of wandering from place to place in this life, I hope there is another side to deposit my crazy dream and bitter defense at the end of the world. When I am exhausted, I can still enjoy singing quietly, humming belongs to my golden age. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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