Big play bone

The whole world is all quiet.

The slender fingertips gently outline the string, there is no extra accompaniment, just relying on a guitar, the clear and translucent string is like a spring water, in the heat of the summer, as if you can see Going to a wing of the wings, flying between the five tabs written in the golden sun, and strikes the sound on the chest and makes a sharp sound.

Ease and quiet tunes, so strange, never heard unfamiliar; but so moving, the warmth and sadness, flying in the fingertips. Inexplicably, the tip of the tongue has played a faint sour, it seems to drop the stone of the lake, and the gently ripples slowly, slowly spread.

"Do you have any tips, or I ignore? Can I reach out, cover up, endless harm? When we have a bright, we have seen the glory, some things we have owned, but will not leave."

The thick voice sang softly, the sorrow and deslves in the sore throat, the heart of the heart is filled with the words of the words.

Before you realize that tears have blurred the line of sight, I didn't fall, nor did you cry, everything is so calm, so gentle, it seems that you look at the sky, look, lamented nature, amazing I am small, but the language and emotions lose the original meaning, just quietly appreciate the magnificent and magnificent universe, quietly touching the pulse of the earth.

It is an eternal issue in life. Everyone must learn, no one can escape, but no one can take it, among the people, the life is so small, and the journey has not yet started, it is over, can't afford between defense Seed, no one can take it.

Touched and sad, such as smoke, such as poems.

"If they say, whoever cares off again, under the festival of hundreds of millions of stars, it is flashing, constantly flashing; who will end the time of a person, if we don't have a driver, we will hurry, hurry, hurry; I care about it, yes, I care. "

Life and death, in the moment of life, the end is already destined, and if you come, no one can exceed the exception. Therefore, everyone is working hard, there is a lot of plays in a limited journey, prove that they have existed, leaving their own traces in this world. However, it is not everyone who can do it.

Every day has life birth, every day, there is life. However, only a small part of a small part is the glamorous superstar in the night sky, and all others are weak and small, ordinary, flat ordinary, uncomfortable light, their disappearance, whether someone really cares ?

"Yes, I care."

In the calm and light voice, it revealed a slice of desolate and helpless, fell sharply in the blue rumored eyebrows, as if the whole world stopped at that moment, the slightest radiance disappeared For a moment, the moment that no one cared, but completely subverted his world, dislocation, and crushed. Sinking pain, never fix it.

The eyes will never be able to withstand the weight of tears, and the ironing tears slipped down, wet the cheeks, scald the fingertips, Jennifer Lawrence wolf low, firmly, hold the mouth with the right hand, stay all the sounds In the chest, the tears thoroughly decided to tremble with the right hand.

Standing next to Paul's hand came, Jennifer was checked, she tried to open a gratitude, but the voice of the swallowed only a group of vague syllables, all the guards of the whole armor were all removed, and then hands Live the cheeks and get into the darkness.

Who cares about another light? Yes, she cares about it.

It is because it cares, so timid, so panic, so silence, refuse to open your heart, refuse to exchange ideas, and refuse to harm each other. That one, the melody, and gently landed in the heart, but left the imprint of unavailable.

"The past memories, extracts the reality, can't stand; in the kitchen, an empty chair, extra position. Oh, you are invalvation, this is a matter of course, this is unfair; just because you can't see it, it does not mean, he does not exist. "

In the paralysis, Taha Briden returned to the "one person's concert" again, and the show of Quixote, dedicated to Harr-Cross, Blue Rich is only quiet. Standing on the stage, enjoy the song, chasing dreams, hugging freedom, barefoot, like children.

However, Hayser left. It's going to leave, you can't do it.

At this time, the prize of the bustling, Grem Awards ceremony, the "Fried Work Door" in February, the emotional end of Oscar ... Those angry, those sighs, those indifferent All all, everything becomes clear, until now, Taisha really realizes what the young master has experienced, what is it?

Not only a "Don Quixote".

Unprecedented, Taisa truly saw the soul under the skin.

Taisha never hidden. She is because of the blue ritual shape, she is paying attention to him. On Toronto Film Festival, she likes a man, not handsome to a kind type, but there is always a kind of perspective Temperament; but now, Taisha really fell in love with this man, and she deeply fell in love with the man who stood on the stage. He looked softly "Yes, I care ".

The eyelids of Taisha contain tears, but the mood couldn't help but fly, high-grade flooded, and rid of the wind in Manhattan. At this moment, she also became Harr-Cross, she also became a slightly smoked light, she also became a Don Quixote who made his best to dream.

"If they say, whoever cares off again, under the festival of hundreds of thousands of stars, it is flashing, constantly flashing; who will be ended in a person, if we have a millennium, we will hurry, hurry, hurry; I care about it, yes, I care. "

In the sky, there is a shop in the Rockfeller Square, the hundreds of millions of stars and dazzling, thrilling, even even the first rising sun is eclipse, and the magnificent picture builds a new world; and look up at the starry sky Most of the life, just the one in the sea, it is like a dust, even not worth mentioning.

However, in the blue ritual song, every light is shining, faint, , small, and magnificent.

In the sight of the fairy, the Blue Rise seems to see Hayser Cros again, she stands in the bustling crowd, so he is so insignificant, it seems to be swallowed in the raging people, but she is unswervingly. Standing in the same place, raising the chin high, the bright scorpion flashed with perseverance, then said, "I, no, give up."

She said she won't give up; but she still left.

Among the slowed melodies, the blue ceremony closed his eyes, let go of the emotions and hit, tearing the scorpion, wild, "Yes ... I care ..."

The slight shaking voice made a unprecedented energy in the slow melody, suppression of the negative emotions in the heart, hidden in the depths of the soul, released, no reservation, that sound After the scream, the eyes were full of warmth, so raging, so that they could not resist it.

Robin in the crowd is so wolf, tears mixed with nasal, dirty, full of emotions, just stupid open mouth. He knows that he all knows that he all knows that even the most slight light, it is true, illuminating the entire night sky; even the most ordinary life, he is also part of life, no replacement.

Among the tearing voice, Robin really felt the voice of the blue ceremony, heavy and sad, could not describe, he understanded, he really understood.

There are countless words can't find the way, and Robin took out his mobile phone, opened the light, and took a beam on the stage. That is his inner light.

Note: Another light (One-Ore-Light - LK-Park)

1001 starlight shines

This is not a typical blue ceremony, so strange.

He sat quietly above the high stool, holding a guitar, listening to singing, letting emotional raging and rushing, hoarse voice spoke, hiding the pain, sadness, sadness , Lost, lonely, and stunned, instantly released in the torn song.

No longer hidden, no longer converge, no longer depressed, no longer calm.

The sound of the rock spirit is full of rock spirit, and it is strong and tough, but the first time, the inner fragile and wounds will show up, lose the elegant mask, lost a hundred poisonous Invaded armor, Blue Rise stayed in the original place, strive to be strong, silently remember.

"Yes, I care."

Such a simple lyrics, but the defense line is folded.

Lauren Mesler standing in the crowd, smashing, the raging emotions hit the chest, faintly painful; watching the blushing blue ceremony in front of the eyes, the wrong emotions could not be expressed, she only wants Tell him: Yes, she cares.

Even with the most slight light, it is also part of the night sky; the blue ceremony, the light of the light, really looked up with her life, she cared, so that I can't breathe almost.