Big play bone

"power cut?"

I don't know who is ridiculed in the dark, and a small lap is a low laughter, and more people have turned over white eyes. Such a small noise, it is like a gravel shaft. The lake is general, and the shallow ripple, a circle, another circle, pan-open, rushing a faint champion, air again Start slowly.

Just just a pure darkness, while the light source is destroyed, it seems to have worst the five senses of the four, visual, smell, touch, and taste are gradually weakened in the darkness of richness, only the hearing becomes increasing. The more sensitive, even you can hear the sound of breathing, then drive the rhythm of the heart beating at a little bit, and seem to capture the blood acceleration flow. Unconscious, excitement and exciting emotions are slowly brewing.

What is going on, what is going on? First, you are silent for ten minutes, now ... Dark ten minutes? Is it a melt in this evening? mime? One experiment of behavioral art?

The face of the darkness looked at each other. It did not complete the mutual treatment. It seems that everyone is eager to try, causing the lips trying to make an sound, but in the invisible sight exchange, the teeth are hidden, refuse to open, refuse to speak. The inexplicable consolidated and pulling, under the specific circumstances of the brain reaction, have already submitted a chemical reaction.

In these, Hyr is not exception.

Lift the chin, curiously explored, but only one infinable darkness in front of you, the faint approximately the crowd can see the crowd and feelings, but there is no sound, that is hidden under the surface of the Wangyang sea. , Make people feel the tide.

Hayser couldn't help but grab the armrests of the wheelchair. You can use the power of the whole body. She still can't hold the corner of the armrest, and can only feel the rough and sharp outline with the softness of the palm.

In a quiet, the clear guitar string is like the spring springs, and the squat is slippery, the big beaded beads fall into the jade dishes in the smooth cobblestone, the shade of green onion, delicate sand, decaying Between the roots and the cozy fish, every drop of water is full of sunshine and oxygen, and weak halo seems to have a milliseconds of time, slowly flowing into a long river, with life, with life, Well.

The smart music gently pulled the heart in the chest, and again, the little pain seems to have no harm in harm, but did not care, but did not know the rhythm of breathing, sad and bitter. Cold and lonely. The songs have not even sounded, and the melody of the melody has made people breathe. It is not compromised with autonomous, and the breathing is placed.

In the dark, hearing is the only means of exploring the world. The tip of the tongue seems to capture the sour above, but the heart that is slowly jumped, but it is so fierce, hit the chest faint pain.

Cold guitar string, this is the only instrument, peeled off all cumbersome and complicated, simply in the extreme, but also to the extreme, then, the warm and hoarse voice began to sing softly, like a good smoke, Wrap around the fingertips and eyebrows, outline emotions.

"The empty alleys in front of you, the place where you are gallop, the empty car, you will be the autumn leaves of Eden, it is difficult to escape the fate of the fate, the fate; the memory, the sun, the sun, the empty sang, death Lost night, like angel's sing, sing. "

Between shallow sings, but strong sadness firmly, firmly grabbed the ear, the magnificent scenery, vastly in the big brain, a ridiculous, full of vicissitudes. The entanglement of destiny, the lingering of fate, the death of time, like the story written in the Garden of Eden, have determined the end.

Hard, desolate, helpless.

A gathering light is on, as if crossing the block of time and space, from the upper and bottom, the darkness of the four weeks is like a lot of smoke, and the air can even see the dust danced, magnificent, the momentum is vast However, there is no sound, but the cry of the soul: the sound is exhausted, but quietly silently.

Bathing blue ceremony in the lights, the figure is so lonely.

In the big world, in the boundless darkness, he is alone, and the shoulders that are very straightforward carries the weight of the world. The power burst into the silence, it is easy to destroy all the lines, the audience is tightly , Firmly falling on the figure. Little voice can't be sent, just Zhang Da's mouth, accept the baptism of the soul, feel the shock of the soul.

The slender fingers have hit the strings, ensuring that all the noise is completely disappeared, and let the silence of the silence slowly surging, one second, two seconds, three seconds, seem to listen to the resonance of the soul, whispering Roar, let the blue gift of the blue rituals have set the strings.

"Even if there is no longer love you, I will always stick to the original place." Almost clear singing, calming, the pain of the soul, venting in the line; next second, complete outbreak -

"We can run eternal, if the eternal is the future." The difficult treble is like a backlitter, and it is a bright light, sharp and sharply broken, and the bright sun is venting, then high, then The true sound conversion of the belongings, the moment is stunning and instantly, the melody is returning again, "Time (Ti) ... Guide the way home."

There is no anti-preparation, there is no anti-defense, the soul suffers a heavy hammer, can't work, tears before starting breathing, the tears have blurred the eyes, the weight of the emotions is squatting on the chest: sad, bitter; pound,,

"Time", a "time", unveiled the "one person's concert". Not "Kriopatra", not "convinced", but almost no "Time" in the album, seems to be drowning in countless classic tracks of "Don Quixote". No people have noticed.

But at this moment, a guitar, a spotlight, a sung, but he retraverse everyone's line of defense, mighty, vigorously laid the tonlight tonight, even the snowstorm It has been eclipsed, and it is accompanied by accompaniment. It is only possible to feel the unnecessary darkness firmly grabbed the ankle, fall, and fell.

"Eden ancient big trees, engraved the name of the lover, release the original desire / hope, like the vast ocean, deep waves, waves; venting down love, like the roaring waterfall, the tide of the same , Sincere, hands, baby, holding or let go, let go. "

Hayser was stunned in the original place, widened his eyes, and watched the blue ceremony in the context of the spotlight, as if the billions of stars were in general vent, shocking could not move; slowly, slowly, Tears is full of eyes full of eyes, blurred sight, you can see the star of the star, but the figure is still so clarified, so firm.

Time is , the sea is sang Tin, and the object is people.

The power of time is so powerful, and each other has gradually become unfamiliar. The firm commitment gradually became indifferent, and pure emotions gradually became complicated. She has changed, but he still didn't. He is always standing in the original place, even if the sea is stone, even if the end of the world is flying, he still stands in place. covered in wounds.

A "Time" is a promise of the blue ritual. He, sticking to his agreement, even before the power of time and quite horizontal face, even before the cold and decision of time, he still left. So what about her? Hold or let go?

She gave up. She tried to give up, she wanted to give up, she once given up. Hayser suddenly realized this, hitting the softness of the heart. Blue Rich is still waiting, but she chooses to give up. She said, she won't give up; she said, he should continue to persist; but she did not abide by his commitment. Those faint, fascinated memories, there is no clear fragment, but it has a bitter bitter.

Unconsciously, Haishi reached the right hand, trying to hold the right hand of the blue ceremony, but the vast night sky is so magnificent, so far, she has not yet come and straight, and put it down. The curled fingertips, slightly shake.

"Even if there is no longer love you again, I will always stick to the original place; we can run eternal, if eternal is the future, the time guides the way home. Home ..."

A simple "home", the tail is endless, the four eight shots, the blue ritual song is gradually high, just like desperate, like anger roaring, like a sad shout, gentle-moving treble The waves, but the waves have never been shaken.

That is not just home, but also, it is a memories, but also a faith or promise.

He remembers that he remembers their agreement. He still remembers her dream, he still remembers his insistence. He is still going forward, but she has chosen to give up, the vessel, wolf, and give up.

The fingertips gathered at a little bit, and the flat nails were deeply caught in the palm of their hand. She didn't feel the stress and pain. It seems that even the fist is so simple, but that is light The strength is heavy and pressed in the chest, and the tears in the eyes are overflowing.

823 singing alone

"A person's concert" started.

Not imagined, the lights are magnificent, the songs are dancing, the stage is beautiful; but the concert in imagination, a guitar, a light, a voice.

This is a concert with a person, and it is also a concert that people sing. Between the bright and darkness of the spotlight, the noisy and interference in the world seem to have disappeared. Only there is only Blue Rise and yourself in the Garden of Madison, all other audiences disappeared, only one singer and one Audience, a pair of one-on-one development dialogue, quietly confessed, and the soul exchanged.

So amazing, so wonderful.

Simple and simple guitar string, thousands of times, no modifications, no pattern, restore the most essential, most simple and purewing look of music. Every note, every lyrics, every rhythm is accurate and profoundly hit on the heart, and it is light and dancing, but it is deeply imprintted. Deep.

The conversion between the high-, like silk is generally smooth, no dazzling skills, just just combine the lyrics and the melody, but interpretation and interpretation, the belongings are so easy, sincere and deep emotions, show music The most beautiful and most moving appearance, once again awakening the memory of the heart:

How did you fall in love with music, how to indulge it.

It is suddenly, once again, it's falling, deeply falling, falling into the occasion of time, falling into the wave of music, falling into the world of singing. No one can exceed the exception.