I've been thinking about what it's like to fall alone from the roof.
Limbs spread out, long hair flying.
Sweet cherry blossoms dance romantically with a smile.
The pain came from all directions, and it was violent at first, like a hurricane swept through the whole body.
It gradually faded, and above the empty face were smiling eyes.
I saw cherry blossoms dancing gracefully. They flew into my pupils, and my vision began to turn red.
The boy's shadow stood out in the red sky.
Proud nose, cold eyes. Lips that look arrogant when smiling.
Black school uniform, black hair, only fingers, is pale.
He climbed over the gray wall, smiling like a sharp bronze knife, hitting a soft corner at the bottom of the center with incomparable accuracy in an instant.
Blood spilled out, and I tried to use my fingers to smooth the soft, ambiguous wound.
Still smiling, the camera zooms in.
Butterfly-like lashes cast fine shadows at the corners of my eyes, and I could feel it breathing.
Pale skin, soft short temples around the ears, as if you can touch it when you reach out.
My fingers start to tremble, and I clench them.
The image is turned upside down. Red fades.
I curled up in the cold moonlight, my eyes moist and bright.
Drawing of struggling figures on the desk in the sun.
Combing my hair for an idiot on the balcony.
Contemplating the past in front of the tulips.
Run up the winding stairs.
I want to tell you loudly how much I like you, and want to occupy a place of my own in your heart.
I can label "Aoki's Territory" in warm bright yellow, and the heart beat number is 13.
Is the blue cruel in "Blue Youth"? Maybe.
But why when I was riding on the railing and looking up at the sky, when I cut my hair, even at the moment of falling,
the blue I saw was such a simple and distant blue, as if Same as my youth.
Growing up in the cracks of violence, because of you, I can laugh happily and have something worth looking back on.
Where is my youth, why is the feeling of being overbearing and domineering no longer good, why I have done so many bad things and still have no sense of accomplishment.
Yes, my dream was to be a pilot.
A long-forgotten dream. . .
I opened my arms against the blue sky, and the evening sun stretched my figure long.
what. I remembered.
It turned out that what Jiujo painted on the table that day was my dream, a teenage dream that I would never realize.
1 , 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13
I find interesting pride and pleasure in my heart.
How about it? I've done what you've never been able to do, right?
Jiutiao, are you willing to admit that I am qualified to be your friend?
You held on to the railing and called my name, so excited that blood-red eyes stared at me desperately.
There was remorse, resentment, and anger in his eyes.
Haha, that's the one who has always been bloody in my heart.
The picture has slowed down, and I can see that only the flower you planted is blooming vigorously.
I feel like I want to cry a little bit. Because I'm really not reconciled, how much I hope you can take me with you.
Subsequence >>> I
became fascinated with Long Ping after watching "The Imperial Law". At that time, the sensual face, half-double eyelids and layered lips really surprised me. I think if there really was a young warrior who confuses all living beings at that time, it should be like this. Those beautiful men with thin eyebrows and faces that converge to a point are considered a P. This is the beautiful Ukiyo-e boy with red lips and white teeth in my mind.
After watching "Blue Youth", I deepened this idea. His charisma is almost unmatched. Long Ping has become a noble man in the non-mainstream movie and low-budget cult world. I saw in other people's comments: "People who like Long Ping will think that his appearance is inexhaustible, and those who don't like it are simply white faces and dead fish eyes." But I just like Long Ping's demonic aura, The beauty of the Toyoung boy lurking in his blood. So I didn't want to defend Yong Pyong when he was infatuated with fame after he filmed "NANA". Because Lian's temperament is simply not worthy of him. (So, Yongpyong sama, you should continue to make your low-budget movies~)
Since his younger brother's debut, Huameinan's evaluation has made people ignore the existence of Yongpyong again. But I just like his low-key, his silence, his indifference. I think this is him. I just love my brother. So when I heard that he got married, the few people who liked my brother wholeheartedly like me expressed regret. I'm so happy to have those of you who are as obsessed with Yong Pyong's temperament as I am, and I feel like I've found organization. But I don't feel sorry for his marriage. It even made me love him even more. Because a popular star can marry so determinedly that he is a good man. I love Wujiwu's wife and children. They are the closest people to Long Ping, I hope you can make him happy.
I don't want to talk about the rest of the nonsense. The OST is full of praise. After knowing the lyrics, I was even more adored to the ground.
Above, to blue youth, and those who have the same mood as me.
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