One is the invisible voice, the other is the untouchable news, enough to make the night pale. Since ten years ago, I have not been a big fan of Zhang. At that time, I was just beginning to understand, and I just knew what it was like to be a comrade. Suddenly, one day I realized that Zhang was actually a person who tried his best to sing. "Silence is Golden", "Childhood"... Lush years and death meet on a rainy night, once is enough.
The Japanese are so capable of learning, the cold jazz composed by hisaishi is as moving as the night painted by mils davis, is this the one who jumped the notes in "Kiujiro's Summer"? Perhaps there is a hint of Japan in the euphemism and pathos of the string music. Along the gossamer that appeared and disappeared at this time, I seemed to see the blood-like sunset in the film, from one point to one, filling the entire street, and the crooked railings. "Death Spiral", this is probably another coincidence.
How can music change someone's life like this? From an ignorant teenager to a sensitive and vulnerable adult, it is music that runs through and facilitates the intersection of time. Other than that, what can be said, the wind continues to blow. Maybe the vibration of a fallen leaf will also touch a sensitive nerve, but you can't always hold all the fallen leaves in the air. There will always be a moment, and you don't know when the leaf that belongs to you will fall to the ground. Then, close all the movements.
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