Yuhki's violin concerto, the violin lingers gently, the heroine is elegant and charming, like a coffee cake, sweet, dangerous, and bitter. The cello lingers in a low, ominous omen, which has always permeated and hidden in the plot of the story. However, the viola unconsciously followed the violin to repeat in the chorus, low, quiet, composed, firm, tragic melody, obsessed.
A calm man, black suit, countless scars, not afraid of pain. Only the piano is like the flow of time, the story continues, it can't be stopped in the slightest, gorgeous, sad, bright, can't be stopped. The sound of the violin drowns out all the plot, the viola disappears, it's fate. Men, to hide their emotions and vulnerabilities, expose them, shame and doubt. If you choose hurt, you choose loneliness. Take responsibility for everything, even in dangerous situations.
Why is this all so absurd? When blood spurted from the wound, there was only the girl's nice voice on the phone, "Hello?"...
However, it was all over.
He remembers meeting her eyes, smiling and bright eyes. At that moment, the wind blew the bamboo sea. There was sunshine on his unsmiling face. Fall into a lonely situation, still do not regret. Choose destiny, choose loneliness, it's just one thing about yourself. When you choose love, you choose loneliness, and you choose hurt. All of this is only related to yourself and the body. Nothing to do with the soul.
Sky blue is waiting for misty rain, and I am waiting for you. Sometimes, before you come, I will be old.
Sometimes, waiting for a wrong you, I have compromised. Sky blue is waiting for misty rain, and I am waiting for you. Drifting through the hazy sky, drenching your shoulders, I don't see you coming with an umbrella. But see the lonely passerby A, breaking into life, you still miss it with an umbrella. The sky is blue, waiting for the misty rain, waiting for an empty loneliness.
The apprentice suddenly woke up crying from the dream. The apprentice said, I had a sweet dream. The master said, then why are you crying? The apprentice replied: Because this dream will never come true.
Coffee cake, bitter and sweet.
The melody of the violin and your beauty. Viola's composure and my hesitation. Only time continues to flow quietly.
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