my son

Rasheed 2022-01-16 08:01:05

Josh is a lonely child. He plays and sings in his hut, taking notes and recording CDs carefully under the lamp, and he is very focused. The classmate opened the door and asked: Is XX there, not there, oh. Then closed the door and left. Josh put the earphones on the table and started to be in a daze. Then his father asked him to skip class and go to the bar, but he was poor and noncommittal. Then he killed six classmates without going to the appointment, and his father also saw the news on the TV in the bar. There seems to be only this little motivation for Josh's shooting his classmates.
Josh has no mother and lives alone with his father. As the boss, his father does not pay enough attention to him. He is like an orphan. His songs are too lonely, lonely and desperate. The music and beauty he had with his father, his father had long since given up, and Josh persisted lonely, no one piloted in the ocean of music, until he was desperate in the lonely giant net, tired of the world to collapse, and used guns to silence the world.
In the second half of the story, my father heard the silence in Josh's relics after being interrupted during the last CD recording. My father seemed to understand something, but all that was left was regret. If the father heard it earlier, if the mother did not remarry, it would be a pity that there would be no if. The father rewrote his son's unfinished work, singing along, my son. But the relatives are no longer waiting.
(OST有毒)
Sing along.
Close your eyes and count to ten.
Maybe love's the only answer.
I will find a way to sing your song.
Just sing along.
What is lost can be replaced.
What is gone is not forgotten.
I wish you were here to sing along,
My son, My son.

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