Yes, once, or, now, occasionally, I would think that what we need is such free rock and life, and the two should be indistinguishable.
There was a period of time in performances, music festivals, and I was always on the go.
But then I found out that life is actually contradictory with these. Slowly, I lost my original life and hope.
Of course rock is still rock and life is of course life.
There are so many things in life that rock can't give.
As for those who are free, after more and more time, what I can't give myself and what I can't give to life, I have to stay or leave.
And, this is life as it is.
Most of the time I'm thinking, this fucking life has ruined my whole hope that whatever, all I've got left is that I'm going to burst out at a gig and don't care what I'm wearing.
it was.
yeah.
what a beautiful day in my life.
it was.
yes.
And those lives derived from rock and roll are either happy or painful, although joy is greater than joy, there are such and such moments of people 's follow.
In all my life, rock and walk occupy most of the time, late at night, when I am intimate with words, silently entertained, or, dead.
Honest or delusional, calm or depressed.
And love.
From beginning to end, I want love to be real, to move forward, to stop, and to accept all changes.
But what about fantasy?
I call those in the memory, in the miss, and out of the nostalgia, all of which are called illusory by me.
and my man, i hope you know what can i say here and how can i feeling all of those. i hope you know.
so, about rock`n roll, yes, i love this
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