With four and a half stars in my heart, I began to worry about whether her voice would have problems with the first song. So much so that I didn't enjoy her first song properly. The tears I couldn't help in the last performance, the peak state of my youth, I was used to the attention and applause of the audience, I tried my last breath to apologize to the audience for the mistakes I made on the stage, and apologized to my career. In such a gloomy day, how much effort would it take to sing such a wonderful performance that enjoys the stage. Perhaps it is the conduct of professional artists, or it may be the professional habits formed after their programmed exercise. Although I really don't want to say this, such cold words don't want to be used on such a profound woman, but I have to admit such a layer of relationship.
During the viewing process, the only real collision between Judy, old and young, was at the home of the pair of male admirers. When Judy was hugging the player behind him, his eyes stayed on his portrait. That is of course a photo of her at her peak. The down-and-out woman presented to the audience today, I never imagined that she was once a smash hit, so proud and highly anticipated, with endless applause and applause, countless followers and talented admirers. I can't imagine what kind of altar day it was, and now there are only two people left waiting at the door of the theater.
As a woman I want to hug her.
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