"Time. Walking" is an album by Xu Wei. I have never had time to listen to it. I just thought it had a good name, so I borrowed it. - Inscription
On the CD is Lao Lang's hoarse voice, which is "Lian Lian Hong Chen". He repeats it over and over again.
That day, at dusk, the sky began to be filled with white blood, and sadness filled the hills, waiting for youth to end...
At this sad age, in these lonely and lonely days approaching death, I am so easily addicted to music and can't extricate myself.
I listen to rock music, but I can’t really say I like it. I just feel a desperate pain in my heart when I’m lonely, and it’s always tangled in my heart. Just like Annie, the rose blooming in the dark.
I need those hoarse roars, and I like those noisy, metallic drum sounds. Only then will I feel safe; only then can I hold my lonely heart in my hands.
, soothe the numerous scars.
For a while, I have been listening to "The Lover of the Wandering Singer", and then I was so moved. I even had the urge to put on a guitar and become a wandering singer, just like Lu Gengwu. But he is a genius, he
Success, but what about me?
The wooden attic, the fine dust falling from the ceiling, the skylight, the starlight... This is the life of a wandering singer, which is a helpless struggle and painful despair. However, I am deeply addicted to it like a drug. And I face it every day
Facing the solid buildings and closed balconies, they were like zombies walking through this concrete forest, gasping for air.
I always think of that innocent child, but in the blink of an eye, he is already 18 years old. 18 years old, this exciting but heartbreaking age. Am I happy? Am I really happy? The corners of his moist eyes are filled with tears.
Starlight. Time is so cruel, so cruel that it makes you at a loss what to do, and makes you feel unforgettable pain.
The sky in the third year of high school is not blue, and there are no white clouds. Here, there is only an obscure sky, only gloomy dense clouds and rolling biting air. Who took away the blue sky from me, cruelly and domineeringly?
My innocence and smile made my fragile heart collapse in the storm again and again.
Is it over? Is it over?
The boy in black was still singing on the street, looking at the noisy world lonely and indifferently, as if he wanted to see it clearly, but also seemed to ignore it. The boy named Zhang Chu stood alone like this.
, allowing the passersby to look surprised. But there was always a contemptuous smile on his disdainful face. He just stood like that, rejecting the world.
These days called youth passed by in such a hurry, passing like water and never coming back. The roses in the darkness were still blooming lonely and coldly, rejecting the sunshine, blooming in pain as if they were separated from another world.