Big play bone

Old Frank concentratedly played guitar, sang tunes, and the old voice, occasionally, there were some hurts, but the story of the sound line, but the story of the sound line, but his sing was full of taste. Perhaps he is not an excellent singer; but he is an excellent performer.

A song, another song; guests got a wave and came again.

Old Frank sang like this, and no one listened in the entire bar, as if he was singing alone, quietly waiting for the appearance of the listener. Blue rites like this performance.

It is also a song of a song. In the line of sight, Old Frank put down the guitar, sat in front of the piano, and quickly debug a few tones, and then began to play. The prelude, Herone is "Kreo Patria"!

The cheerful melody, like spring water, is usually ringing, moving a graceful man, is lightly dancing in the afternoon, the old Frank's vicissitudes are singing, "I used to be Kreo Patra, I used to be a young play, when you kneel in front of my bed, I pleading my hand ... "

The blue ritual sits in the original place, quietly listening to the ear, taste the music, and the time seems to stay on the fingertips, the reflection of the memories, when the lyrics came from the ear, " When I died alone, I won't be missing again. "

There is no warning, it can't stop, so wolf.

The hot tears have completely lost control, and they are surging. Blue rites are quietly sitting in the high stools, but they have no strength, even even raise their hands and wipe tears, but only silently crying; blur The sight is flourishing, and the colorful colors are in the tide of the tide, and the bitter sadness is slive.

The tears can't stop, and the blue ceremony seems to be aware of the big grievance. The whole heart is curled up. It is almost unable to breathe, but the sound can't be caught, but it is deeply deep and deeply desperate. Among the sorrows, the whole world began to fall.

Hayser has passed away. Hayser - Cross, the full smile, full of glory, leaving.

This fact is like a great hammer, hits it in the chest. Strive to have a long time, it is too long, but in the state of unreasonable, there is no anti-preparation, all the real, all the real, all the exact, the turbulent, the momentum will be overwhelmed There is no room for reacting, and there is no hitting space, completely contributing to surrender, and fragmented.

"Blue ceremony, do you know? I start like the song of 'Kreopatra'. I have never understood it before, but now, I understand. When I died alone, I won't miss it again. When you created this song, what did you think? God, I am really good. You are a genius, do you know? You are a genius. "

Crash, completely crash. I can't cry. The girl holding a music dream, the girl whose "Beast", the girl who complained to the flowers, the smile, "Hey, I have no way to confess the boy who secretly love" girl " She, she died.

She said that she will not give up. She said, but she fell. He abide by his commitment, but she didn't. This is unfair.

Holding hands into punches, the power of the body is pouring, because it is too hard to shake, but even if so, there is still no way to vent the inner anger and depressed. The deep weakness, covered with an overnight, all strong, all the barriers, all the masks, all the collapse, is like the end of the world, the vigorous, magnificent.

She didn't miss it, she didn't miss it.

Close your eyes tightly, biting the teeth tightly, holding double punches tightly, but still can't stop the crash of tears. Almost until the end of the melody, a "Creope Patra" came to an end, quiet again, the sorrow and bitterness of the fire, a little bit, re-fix the wound on the body.

In his eyes, the Blue Rise seems to see Hayser again.

Wearing a white lace long dress, bathing under the golden sun, the white feet are on the tender green lawn, full of energetic, joyful foot step on the laughter of the silver bell, run away, Chasing the light wind, dancing, the green voice is singing.

"I won't miss it anymore, I will not miss it again, miss my love. When I died alone, I won't miss it when I died alone."

The song is open, the more flying higher, the more flying is far away; tired, tired, stopped, the big mouth gasped, turning around, the tender face blooms brilliant smile, double eyes full The moving happiness, the white cheeks rushed to the pink flutter, shouting loudly, "Blue Rise, have you heard it? I will not miss it anymore."

Blue rites are full of bitterness, can't be self-contained, tears. That unique Don Quixote, still left.

880 carrying dreams

Gradually, gradually, the melody stopped, and the song floated in the air, and the faint sadness and faint joy were left, gentle is like the sun, light and soft.

The raging emotions are slowly recovered; bitterness is in the tip of the tongue, the realistic feelings of the reality are so uncomfortable, and he finally felt the pain of the wound. The numb is too long, Ignore too long, now I finally broke out, lost pain, I was too cruel, I was too real, blood dripping, couldn't bear to see.

But now I finally discovered. The wound can begin to heal.

Re-opening your eyes, the blurred look gradually became clear, then Blue Rise saw the old Frank, the vicissitudes of the vicissitudes, filled with the wind, he sat next to the space, and The blue ritual has a location, and the beer mug is on the hand, it is laid in the big mouth.

It seems to be aware of the blue-right sight, and the old Frank turned his head. He looked at the wolf. He didn't ask, but not curious, just glanced at it, and then recovered the line of sight, "said the thickness," Please a cup of beer? "

"Good." Blue Rise answers so much.

Take a beer and drink a bite. Sour is full of sour, the blue ceremony is not a laugh, and smiles greatly, "damn, this beer is really difficult."

Old Frank knockedly smiled, "Yes, this is dying." But he finished, he still took a glass of wine, and he took a big mouth, "God," God, It's hard to drink to commit suicide. "

"So, is this the same truth?" Blue Rich is ridiculed, the young wine standing in the bar is not understood, but the old Frank laughs quickly, and even the connection is.

The poet is always the same, like the burning of bitter wine, but I am disgusted with the bustle of the wine, but every time I created, I will always go through the torture, painful and happy.

Reality, in the fingertips, in the chest, in the brain, unprecedented, down-to-earth land, blue gifts feel true. Hayser has died, leaving her no dream, leaving this world forever.

More than just the dream of "American idol", but also become a singer, standing on the stage, interprets themselves with music, and use music to change the dream of the world.

"Don Quixote" is the dream of George-Slend and Stanley Charles, which also carries the dream of Hayser Cros; now, Blue Rich will carry Hayser's dream. And it is also his dream of an artist and continues to travel. He is an actor and a singer.

On the Grammy Awards Ceremony, when I received an annual album trophy, Blue Rich felt this clearly; but today, further, unprecedented determination, but also unprecedented.

Of course, he is destined to be a qualified singer.

He will not regularly create a song, he will not regularly produce albums, and he will not regularly hold concerts. He will not be in the order of Gray, for the market, in order to propagate; he is an actor, in performance On the road, he has countless goals need to be realized, countless challenges need to try, he is still eager to become a top actor.

However, there may be a second album after "Don Quixote". Although Blue Rise has not seen any shadows, and it is impossible to guarantee when you can come out. When the timing is right, he will take the initiative to open his arms and embrace the second album.

Reopenen, he doesn't want to leave any regrets: "I won't miss it again."

For example, now.

Going the head, the blue right of the blue ceremony fell on the old Frank next to it, said, "Hey, can your guitar can use me? Al or, do you want to join together?"

Old Frank looked at the blue ceremony.

He doesn't know the blue ceremony, this can't blame him, one, "Don Quixote" albums do not have a blue gift photo, even if it is an entry, only one is only one; second, " Don Quixote has never conducted any form of propaganda, for those senior music enthusiasts who don't care about gossip, they all have no understanding; three, they like the album's music itself, not a singer.