An ordinary person has everything extraordinary.
Vae, he, an ordinary person.
Things are different, but they still sing vigorously.
When I wrote these two words, my fingertips hurt slightly but sharply. Along his shallow singing, I can always clearly touch the sad silk thread. Every note in his pen is tearing loneliness in a gorgeous posture, creating one black wound after another. Every wound is like a blooming Datura, enchanting and painful, with endless black fragrance.
His voice is not so clear, always mixed with bottomless sadness, but it is like a slender embroidery needle, which sews a needle of sadness into your body and then falls lightly on each eyelash, either hot or desolate.
You don't have to take an umbrella every time it rains, just like Qingming, which is destined to get wet; Not every inch of moonlight is reflected in the sky, just like the moon in Luzhou is deeply branded in my heart; Not every time you wait, every time you fall in love, there will be a result, even if you wait until the flowers bloom all over the building, things will change, even if you love a moth.
Sing every song, hum every song.
He sang deep blue love songs and hummed the songs of snowflakes, and the faint acacia concealed deep melancholy. He said watching too many lights would only make us more lonely. He said that our love is a serious waste of life. He said that too bright love is about to wither. He said you can't wear lovers' clothes. Not all lovers in the world can be together in the end. He said, if it's only the first time I met you, there's no need to leave sadly. He said it was not a song, but a lonely song. At that time, I couldn't remember whether I was happy or sad.
For love, his songs are more helpless and sad.
Vae poured out her feelings while creating sadness. His lines are full of loss, which makes everyone who reads him feel burning pain. Every note of his is like loneliness in full bloom, singing alone in the black loneliness, without dependence and security.
His love always seems so helpless, endless sadness, endless parting. He sang the truest joys and sorrows, which were buried in yesterday. He sang, if you love, please love deeply. He sang the tears flowing in love, let time bake slowly, and longed for purity and love. He kneaded every touch into the shape of missing and held it tightly in his palm.
His hurt, his happiness, his ambiguity, his gasp in admiration, his anxiety, his disgraceful world, his despair, his dissatisfaction, all his things are in his songs, with the ups and downs of pure music, leaving barren pain.
He is speechless, which makes us love him very much.
If a person expresses himself to the world and his life in the most appropriate way, then he deserves our admiration, because we see the other side of the world in his eyes.
His style and lyrics have just the right beauty. Delicate feelings make people shrink back, shrink back to the past, shrink back to a harmless state, and you will unconsciously feel sad, unconsciously remember and unconsciously miss.
This is nothing but his life.
It's not a song, it's his life, his loneliness, his life.