endless roses

Chapter 88

A tribute concert, radiant and full of voices in the theater.

The man in white beside him seems to be able to sing every song of Beyond, and he sings very well.Later, when we stood up and went to the front, many men around us would follow a certain line of the lyrics, with certain feelings written on their faces.

I went late, and I didn’t have a small lamp to wave. When the singing was exciting and the crowd was surging, I would shake my arms and nod along with the rhythm. This is not following the crowd, but following the music. With every drumbeat of rock and roll, my heart trembles slightly.Maybe the band played and sang very generally. I love the feeling of the live audio equipment entering the heart, and I love the tremor that invades from the outside.

The audience is also very good, many born in the [-]s and [-]s, and many talented people, bass players, lead singers, and drummers were replaced by the audience, and they sang a cold rainy night.

I'm not a proper fan, not even a fan.I can only sing along to two songs, and I am familiar with three or four pieces of music, because they were my favorites in my youth.They are so good, it turns out that the fans can sing so many songs.

O~hoho
He lowered his head and swayed back and forth following the melody. His forgetfulness seemed to express the years and forbearance, and his forbearance still hid the distant youth.I'm jealous.

I also smiled and devoted myself, to the concert, in the sound of music, with the crowd, with short skirts on my knees, and when someone went out, I pushed back to make a way, but I noticed my short skirts and legs.

The band sang their own songs, but everyone only wanted to listen to Beyond's songs.When I took a photo with the lead singer, an uncle who looked like a manager held my Polaroid and asked if it was the latest technology from the United States. I said it was from Japan. He didn’t know that photo paper was expensive, so he asked me to get another one.I took a special photo of the lead singer and gave it to him. By the way, I told him not to move so awkwardly, please be cooler.The first Polaroid photo of this middle-aged man in his life was at least from a girl in a jk plaid skirt, and he carefully put it away.

Walking in the city late at night, walk back along Jinji Lake.

Think of envy.I always say, I'm so envious, but it doesn't want to be or be like that, it should be the very different atmosphere created by the language.Envy is to see and hear someone or something, feel good about you, and then smile gratifiedly.You are so good, I envy you.The other layer is that my situation here is very bad, no, I don’t pay attention after laughing, it’s not that far away.

Pain, some traffic jams in the evening, I felt it start and stop in the car, sweated a lot, and it was the most terrible when there were still one or two kilometers left, my head was full of groggy, and I almost vomited.Physiologically, I shed a tear or two, and got out of the car and spit out the corn and chocolate ice cream I ate at noon.Squatting for a long time, and standing blankly, I have been late for a long time, this is the first time I bought a ticket to go to a concert, my stomach hurts, no, the most uncomfortable thing is not the pain, but the strength and nausea all over my body .There is a foggy pain in the brain, and a clear stabbing pain in the abdomen, which I know will not make people faint, like a hammer hitting an unimportant organ in a person.It will be all right in a quarter of an hour, which is to be expected.Then, sure enough.

In the afternoon, my friends dressed me, one helped me draw my eyebrows in front, and the other impromptuly braided my hair in the back, letting them do their best, and everyone was talking about fun things by the way.

At 12 o'clock, I was still walking on the road, passing the small river in the intoxicated night.

With her hips akimbo, her shadow is unrestrained and slanted, like a girl standing on the street; hanging her right earphone, she suddenly felt bored and flicked it on her shoulder; she rolled up her hair, hung it on her right shoulder, pulled it again after a while, and hooked her hair with her hand Turn around in circles.

The melody of the sea and the sky, in the vicinity, the people walking in the night singing.

Singing to wine, how much life is, laughing until you are blocked and rejoicing.Without drinking, I was drunk, often when I was drunk.

Walking through late at night, these leather shoes fit my feet.Short skirts, walking alone, midnight, it’s really dangerous, I still wear headphones, my hair is loose, and I even have an unopened can of beer in my hand.

Bad guys in the dark, so what?Some hope, yes or no, so what, does it matter?It's important to whom, isn't it me?
I bought a bottle of Budweiser and didn't drink it. I used it to freeze my hands and feel the cold.Behavior stuff, haha, it doesn't matter, let it happen naturally.

April 6, night

Pain can be immersed, forgetting boredom, pain makes me remember the body and the character.Now I'm a sophomore on campus, I just do my little girl's job, and I can spend this time as I like, studying, reading, playing, talking, haha, it's so boring.I'm still a person, I don't know why I want to cry suddenly, I don't know.

I don't understand why I have to hold the ice cold, walk at night, watch the small river at night, I don't understand why I do these things, and I don't need an answer, I just don't understand.

Very depressed, very sad, and worries come from nowhere, perhaps from all directions.

Light and night, shadows revolve around me, my body is a little cold, my shoulders are very hot, I hope a car will kill me, look left and right while crossing the road, it’s so contradictory; it’s a garbage bag, not a cat, I’m human, not inhuman, Why?
I don't like them flowing into my heart, but there is no door, anyone can come in.

It didn't come out in the end, it didn't flow out, it was fine, it was self-consistent again, I didn't even cry, for lack of a reason.

There's nothing worth crying about; I'm sorry for that.

Is it possible to immerse?This icy jar wanted to throw it on the table, but held it firmly.

I can feel the disdain and indifference in my eyes, looking at the pedestrians and scenery in the middle of the night; the left ear is music, the right ear is the sound of this world, it is alive and dynamic; the wind is bitter.How should such a person live?You can live in any way.

I don't regret, because regret is meaningless, not useless.As for regret and wasting youth, there is no such thing.

The strange noise in the grass was not a person or a cat. I listened carefully over and over again, and the music was still playing in one ear, and it was getting closer.What will be in the grass at this time, is it not a big event, not a little creature's rustling, what is it, do I really care?When I was thinking about all this, I didn’t stop walking, I just looked back occasionally. This kind of hypocrisy and concern made me feel painful, like cats fighting, like someone setting a net, or maybe someone on the road outside the school is touching plastic. Boo, why am I thinking about this, please stop please.

Take off the earphones and hear the dull roar that belongs to the night, it is a very quiet and vast sound.

If an accident comes, I accept it, and I accept the pain, the difference is that I will not be so stupid as to find pain by myself, it is boring.Happiness and misfortune can come, it doesn't matter.For small discomforts, my attitude is that it is best for me to get better. If it continues to be bad, I don't care about it.

Finally approaching the school, I stood on the small bridge outside, facing several buildings of the medical school, with a dull river in front of me.The wind is flowing slowly, carrying the breath of heat and rotten water.I thought that people should enjoy solitude.Being miserable or joyful, or indifferent, immersed or not immersed, are just external behaviors.

Dawn, June 6
(End of this chapter)