And while I'm still here, Playlists change from one to another.
Infinite. that's the word which disturb me. The one
at home that I choose, I've never heard of it. I only remember that the first song is Sideshow Bob by Tizzy Bac, and there are several Cantonese songs behind Faye Wong, which I have never checked. The black and white disk is too yellowed.
It's not that some words can't be said, it's just that they are lazy and not good at expressing themselves, and it's not a day or two that they don't express their meaning. Would rather not hang up and listen to their own hurt other people's voice is also cheap.
I don't believe you remember the songs I sang.
Later, the more I listened, the faster I listened. After I changed my computer, I didn't even bother to sort out the various resources I downloaded. Almost no more discs, rushing to pre-order on a rainy day, leaving indelible mud on the heels of pure white shoes has been a scar.
There are also lyrics that can't be deleted in my mind, and there are probably a lot of them that I can't believe anymore.
After all, pop music is just a consumer product, it's just that the exhausted youth can't be retained on the wall.
The line about the Beatles in the movie is the best, even though I've never listened to the entire Beatles episode for ages.
It's hard to feel the urge to share music with others. What level?
Probably after realizing that even if the same lyric of the same song affects another person, it has different effects for different reasons.
There's a rare safety in having fun with yourself, because it's arrogant to tell other people that it's all my fucking business.
It's hard to find bosom friends, so why should you count on the odd chance of one in a billion to play the game?
I've been scolded by a slut for not seeing what kind of person I am.
Probably will continue to make a long playlist of love songs, for the love of music for so many years.
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