King of Stage

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"I don't like the appearance of those things changed. You are no longer the way you used to be. I am crying, I am crying." (Note 1)

After Ronan’s clear and moving voice was dyed with a layer of night, a faintly sorrowful and fragile voice bleeded out. The tactful singing voice was full of the chemical reaction of the melody and the lyrics colliding, like a heavy hammer hitting Ollie’s chest. Almost out of breath.

Even if depressed, depressed, introverted, introverted, but in the shallow chants, you can still feel the loss and loss, just like the panic and helplessness lost in the vast sea of ​​people. Walking in between, but still can't see the hope of escape.

The way of interpreting weights as if lightly and lightly and lightly, because there is no musical instrument accompaniment, becomes lighter, all the overwhelming emotions converged and settled back, stuffed in the chest, and then you can hear the sound of Hong Zhong’s impact reverberating from the chest cavity to the mind , Has a long history.

Ollie, let out a long breath, like a frustrated balloon, falling into the sofa feebly, sinking into the quicksand bit by bit, unable to extricate himself, and then you can hear Ronan’s song pulling out a large block of thoughts, like The maze made up of cobwebs is general, with no end or direction in sight.

"I am alone now, lost in my own thoughts, what am I doing wrong. I am dying, I am dying."

The emotional energy reached its peak at this moment, and Ollie closed his eyes tightly, letting the darkness surge like a tide and swallowing himself——

My heart throbbed.

Obviously there are only a few days, and the emotions have not had time to take root, but Ollie seems to be able to really feel the weight of the four years from Ronan’s singing, so that he can’t breathe, so that he can’t distinguish clearly. In the end, is it because his emotions stimulated the chemical reaction, or Ronan’s singing gave the true feelings.

Ronan's singing sounded like an invisible giant hand, pulling Ollie's ankle into the abyss, and the endless blue slowly evolved into an ink color.

Ronan's eyebrows frowned slightly, and the tip of his tongue seemed to be able to taste the bitterness, not only from Ollie, but also from Sophie.

Sophie couldn't help but crying and embarrassed again in his mind, "We are strangers..." It seems that I can really feel the pain of being pulled and torn and destroyed by the soul, chewing heart, even breathing. It is a kind of pain, a pain deep in the bone marrow, worse than death.

It's like...Opening my chest with both hands, pulling out a lively beating heart, holding it in the palm of my hand, unreservedly and unpreparedly showing what I have, but what is ushered in is not a warm hug, but Damaged by the violent wind and rain, the unarmed heart was completely crushed.

Riddled with holes.

"I love you as ever, but we are strangers; I love you as ever, but we are strangers."

The gently lifted song returned to calm again, the wanton release of emotions came to an abrupt end again, all sorrows and pains were all covered in the calmness of the wind, but the torrential rains in the depths of my mind still did not stop—not only did not, And it became more and more surging.

The more calm, the more struggling.

The more restrained, the more majestic.

Compared to not loving, what is even more cruel is that while Mingming still loves deeply, but hurts each other uncontrollably, a hug may leave both sides bruised.

He fell into the **** wound, said goodbye in tears, and then turned to become a stranger, forcibly ending everything.

The emotions were so real and so turbulent, the thoughts in the mind fell into nothingness, as if the heart stopped beating, only the sound of a "beep" was elongated, sharp and piercing, so that Ronan couldn't help but close it. Eyes, breathing slightly for a while, waiting for the sound to disappear.

However, the sound has not disappeared, just like emotions. It does not have a switch. It does not have a switch, and it does not have an adjustment button. Turn up and down as you like. From the beginning to the end, from birth to disappearance, reason is beyond control, so what should we do?

"Hmm...mmmm..."

Ronan hummed softly again, without lyrics but melody, like a lullaby, patted his shoulders softly and fell asleep peacefully.

This is the only way to make the sound disappear, and it is also the only way to calm the emotions-music, like the ocean, is like the universe, it can always contain everything and carry all the weight, and then the mountains and the tsunami also evolve into a trickle into the soul. Deep down, those wounds are moisturized.

There was no high pitch, no burst, no singing and no lyrics, but Ollie's tightly closed eyes were slightly moistened.

This is his story, but not just his story. Ollie can feel more and more in Ronan's singing.

The melody of the graceful turning of people is like a lullaby to heal the wound, all the stormy waves are calmed down, all the mountains and tsunamis are calmed down, the mixed and turbulent thoughts in my mind also settle down, it seems that peace has finally been recovered, and the most tired thoughts are fainting. Sleepy.

However, the slackened nerves allowed the depressed, suppressed, converged and converged negative emotions to seep out like a gurgling stream.

Little by little, gently and softly, and then wetting the eye sockets, the heart trembled uncontrollably, so that the body trembled with it, clenching the teeth to control the fragility that was completely exposed. But still can't stop teardrops from slipping through the shackles.

Silently, dissolving in the dark gray sofa.

"'You and I'arrived at the end of time that used to be everything to us, now it's gone with the wind; I miss my friend, I miss her laugh, but she doesn't need me."

"Can she see it?"

Slowly, Ollie opened his eyes and stared at Ronan, who was close at hand. He understood the sadness and confusion behind the singing, as well as the cry behind the singing.

Not only about him, not only about love, but also about... the band.

Or, to be more precise, it should be Trastan.

Once, they believed that they could walk hand in hand and fight side by side ~www.readwn.com~ bravely sprinting for a common dream, and fighting until the end.

Together, they will imagine that the band will go to a 100,000 venue for a concert. Together, they will dream that the band's album can be certified as platinum. Together they will also imagine that the band will stand on the Grammy stage and receive much-anticipated applause and cheers... …Weaving lofty ideals as much as possible.

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However, everything is gone with the wind. When the king really stood on the Grammy stage to receive the gramophone trophy one day, Trastan was already a stranger.

"I, miss my friend", such a simple sentence, but possessing such a powerful lethality, destroyed all the lines of defense.

Ollie thought that Ronan didn't care anymore, and Maxim and Cliff were the ones who could not come out, but some wounds could not be healed by healing, such as betrayal.

Ollie was slightly startled.

Note 1: Strangers (sidecreek)