Since I mentioned Iwai, I have to say his "Everything About Lily Zhou", I'm sorry if I don't say it. Who is Lily Zhou? Not a heroine, no clear face, just a drug-like singing voice, but she runs through the whole play, becoming the faint light in the cruel youth, the only faith, the only hope that can bring comfort. The first time I heard the kind of singing that can be described as extravagant, I suddenly felt that my youth was too dull, maybe it should be more tragic.
Under the splendid sunshine, the fresh grass-green wheat fields, the pale blue sky, and even the wisps of white smoke coming out of the chimney are so pure and pure that no gray stains can be seen at all. To the changing clouds, I can only hear the whispers of the wind passing my ears, the whistling of the train passing by by chance, and my own pulse beating between the heavens and the earth, these are not important, only Lily Zhou's music, CD The rhythm and rhythm of the middle rotation, the shy natural rhythm, is completely integrated into another fantasy utopia, pure, without hustle and bustle, enjoy it to the fullest, the tranquility of that moment. . .
Yuichi's helpless despair, Hoshino's rage and depravity, Kuno's disappointment and determination hidden under his broken straw hat, in the distance, under the blue sky, Tsuda said: "The kite fell, it's so bad", when the bright red blood gurgled from Hoshino's body Outflow, it's over, it's over, in a brutal youth story.
In "Dream Traveler", the incomprehensible adolescent lunatics who always hated the world because it was too real to deprive them of all their dreams. It's just that their youth is too cruel, and they only feel that they are far away from us. China's youth fights are all warm and subtle like "The Blue Gate" and "Midsummer Light Years", while the United States is like "Trainspotting" and "The Elephant". So even if you fall, it's not a vexatious depravity. . .
Fortunately, my life is so peaceful, and I remembered Laolang's provocative lyrics "The face that is not sad is my boy, the eyes that are not anxious, when the years change, the streets that are most familiar with you and me are already people who go to the sunset. The street that is still after you left, there are still youthful songs, there are always people repeating our story.” I fell in love with a grassy fragrance, I called it the taste of youth~
Muller once put the painful Socra Comparing it with happy pigs, the discontented man is happier than the contented pig, and the dissatisfied Socrates is happier than the contented fool.
Finally go to its Socrates, I am a happy pig.
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