Big play bone

She won't give up the dream, she will not give up insistence, she will not give up life. She is a fool of Don Quixote, that high raise a long gun and windmill fighting, that is immersed in the madman of her world, but the heart that has a red heart is not in this society. Yes, she is a crazy and stupid Don Donde.

Just because she firmly believes. Dreams, let life become able to endure; dreams, let life full of light.

"I won't give up." Hope once again whisper, but it has been died, crying to can't have it, almost asthoon. She doesn't want to give up, she will not give up.

Hop-Betz, William-Taylor, Glaham - Hughes, Tim West - Lesley ... they are all Don Quixote; Anita-Tunisa, Kelly-Barton, Anne-West Ri Man, Eli-Cross, Derk Cross ... They are all Don Quixote; and the "New York Times" Bradley - Adams, "US Weekly" cover - Hunt, " Seattle Post "Eli Varah ... they are also Don Koxixed.

Above this "one person's concert", in the Madison Plaza Tonight, this is a carnival feast of Don Quixote.

Hayser raised his own hands and shouted again, "I ... I will not give up."

Blue rites heard, the blue ceremony was clear, and the nose is flashing. The warm water vapor is almost wanted, but he timely, it is dazzling, covering the fragility of the eyes, and then outlined again The strings, make fun of it again, "I won't let go, I don't leave."

This is the song of Harph, but why not belong to his own song. If you get close your fingertips, you can hold your dreams; but the weight of your dream is so heavy, you will walk, you will be struggling, you will be more easier than persistence, but you will not be able to live, it is no longer alive. Life can re-have colors.

He gave up once and won't give up the second time. He also expects that Hayser doesn't give up because he doesn't know if Hyr is still a second chance.

A simple and simple lyrics, "saying that you will not give up (Say-You-Won't-let-go), but it is more than a thousand. So, the blue ritual fingertips lighted the strings and sang again. "Did you not defense, promise you not to give up." This is the sea of ​​Hayser. It is also a commitment to Blue Li yourself.

A noble.

Music, ending; touched, just start. Even with "Don Quixote" album, even if there is a full performance of "a person's concert", at this moment, the power of music is still once again, and once again, it hits every time. A audience's atrial, slightly slight soul, lightly shivering under the star explosion.

The smile blooms in tears, and Hayser looks quietly, and the eyes seem to be clearly depicted, narrow eyes, high-spirited nose, full lips, tough chin ... Sight greedy At a little bit, a little bit of self-calling is a slowly falling again.

She knows that this song is not a blue ceremony, but her voice, is also a blue gift.

Blue Rich didn't love her, as if she didn't love him. They are friends, always so, before, now, the future is also. However, she is so lucky, secretly confession, but it is still waiting to be around him, quietly watching, and even achieving her dreams, all this is too beautiful, she should not be too greedy.

What's more, she has a song that belongs to her own. From her to the lyrics creation - although only a small part of the small part, she still participates in it; compiled the melody by the blue ritual, and finally sing, a song that really belongs to her own voice, contains her memories It contains her embarrassment, containing her dream, and contains her soul.

She can't think of better than this. No, perhaps, in the "American Idol" sea election stage, this song is the most perfect. However, she should sing "wild beast" or sing "say you won't give up"? This is a problem that is difficult to choose.

Looking quietly, Wheather said, "Krio Patrola" She knows that the blue ceremony will not sing "Beast" tonight, outside the song, she is now looking forward to hearing now It is "Creope Patria", so she shouted again.

This time, Eli and Drek were understood, so they joined the ranks of Harr, shouting loudly, "Creope Patra".

Hayser can capture the smile of the blue rod horn, a silk helpless, a thin, then she began to sing softly, "I won't miss it again, I will not miss it again, miss my love. When I died alone, when I died alone, I won't miss it again. "

The vague sound, it is not possible to say a complete sentence, only the broken melody is echoating between the lips, but the eyes of Hayser are getting more and more bright, the smile of the corner is more and more happiness: she likes this song, only After you really have experienced the vicissitudes, you can understand the connotation of this song. She likes it.

The blue ceremony above the stage seems to hear the call of Hayser, gently shake his head, lift his head, and it is a mighty darkness. It seems that you can't see it, but it seems to see the waves. And the sanguin, spacious and vast Madison Plaza, which makes people feel small, but let the stage feel angry.

That pair of blurred tears, reflecting weak halo, as if it reflects his figure. So, there is no guitar play, there is no accompaniment of music, and he is singing in the emotion:

"But it is too late, everything is too late, I missed my life."

That sentence "is too late", through the microphone, gently echoing in the garden space, exciting and excited interest in the crowd, but no one is awkward, just look at the stage. Stripping the joy of the melody, stripping the drums, hiding the sadness and bitterness in the depths of the lyrics, slowly overflowing.

Blue rites suddenly stopped, and the fingertips overtilled the melodious and far-reaching melody, and the music was dancing in a light flying, as if plugged in wings, passed through the garden, passed through the snowstorm in New York, wearing After the time and space, I found Kreopatra again, stopped the footsteps in the deep eyes, then, the blue ceremony sang again:

"When I died alone, when I died alone, I won't miss it again."

Note: Say you will not give up (Say-You-Won't-let-go - jas-arthur)

831 grand end

"When I died alone, when I died alone, I won't miss it again."

The blue ritual song spread through the microphone, there is no males, hidden in the lyrics and melodies, slowly penetrating. At this moment, they were not Kriopatra, but Don Quixote.

In the original novel, Don Quixote is lying on the bed, dying, and the world. Before death, his inner heart was full of remorse and regret, deny his life, deny his dreams, and negates his own meaning; but after thousands of years, cross the novel's bondage, Don Quixote Re-recover again, this time, he is no longer a person.

Hayser-Kross raised his own hands, but the wolf was blocked, but the shammark of the trembling legs almost stopped, but she was stubborn and strong. My back is used to stand up with the last power of the body, and then stand, then start hitting the rhythm with my own hands.

"! !" The rhythm of the light, lonely, lonely, lighter in the boundless darkness, just like a feathered on the sky, it is light without any strength, but is floating China is outlined and magnificent and magnificent.

Hayser's movements are somewhat awkward, and the palm cannot be completely spread. It can only be hit by the lower half of the palm, and the sound is dull, but she doesn't care, but she is uncomfortable, but it is firm to shoot, " Hey! "That is the drum of" Creope Patra ", like the mountains of the mountains, a rapid shot, a sound, followed by echoing in the mind.

Hayneya thin and thin body, at this moment, it seems like a sandy tree, supporting the vastness of the whole sky, standing on the ridiculousness of the whole land, like the ancient poetry singing, long echo.

Eli raised his hands, Drek lifted his hands, Hop ranked his hands, William lifted his hands, Lesley raised his hands ... 20,000 viewers, the pair of hands, Erect a dense forest, joined the ranks of Hayser, support the entire world together.

"Hey!" The applause is like a stormy waves, and the mountains are in the sea. The whole stage has made an incredible energy and rays, and finally gathered in the blue ceremony, stirred out the thunder, returning, returning. The hand is supreme, and it is said that the rivers and mountains are full of enthusiasm.

So, the blue rites stood up, and once again took the microphone, the left hand flew on the guitar strings, and the melody gradually gave birth to Tao Tao, as if the Yellow River entered the sea. Wan Ma Pentium, in Madison The square garden is long, and the golden horse of Jin Ge is like a blast, people are lost, but it is also carnival.

Sadness, evolution becomes a pound; bitter, evolving to become angry; remorse, evolving into a chic. Kriopatra, Don Quixote, tall to raise his hands, dance, it is the last day of life!

"I used to be Kriopatra, I used to be a young play, when you beg my hands in front of my window; I am so sad, because I am in black long skirt, my father is in the coffin I don't have any plans for sleep, and I have no plans. "

Dancing, the audience began to dance, horing the shoulders, jumping with footsteps, swaying his head, hitting hands, so that they danced, singing tunes, followed by blue ceremony Guide, enter this world that belongs to their world, arrogant.

"I left a wrapped muddy footprint on the carpet. When you left, it was so stiff like my heart; but I have to admit that I will immediately promise your proposal, cursing your wife, in order to stay in you Arck, I am willing to be your lover. "

The more and more exciting guitar melody, after the peak, it is as if it is on the cliff cliff, the wind is masterpiece, hunting whistling, open your hands, you can take the wind soar. Next second, I jumped, "but it is too late, everything is too late, I missed my life. When I died, when I died, I won't miss again.

Laughing, singing, jumping ... Unconsciously, tears are once blurred again, smile is getting more and more brilliant, the dance is getting more and more joy, but the tip of the tip of the tongue is more and more turbulent.