A whole village came to listen to you sing and lit a bonfire for you and sat around you The
sky turned colorful The little girl bravely picked up two little crabs The tide ebbs
and flows How about you on the grass, between the heaven and the earth, and the mountains, the
old young, men and women, and the children lit fireworks in the distance
He said, "good times, they just want to be a part of it, which is as good as music in itself."
They didn't put themselves I look like a super star. I don’t even have to be a little shy to communicate. I wear comfortable clothes and sit on the sofa casually.
This faded guitar, please don’t despise it. Let me use her to sing for you. Songs,
gravel roads, mountains, long rivers frozen in clouds,
people drinking tea and talking, little girl holding a glass and drinking a whole glass of milk, your last note falls softly, and
they all watch you stop Things are watching you seriously
He over the mountains to pick the right gravel and returns home to make a marimba
You come to a rusty factory river and a dilapidated abandoned fishing boat There are only two people waiting for the
whole year It 's like being cut off from the world.
Strange -shaped piles of rocks, light-colored flowers, dandelions, fly away, leaving only the bare stems
. It looks strange and lonely. Looking up at the waterfall
through window. There are also abandoned wooden boats in the house.
You are here for loneliness. The watchmen for the old days The
factories were abandoned and they all left But ah they came back The
dark chimneys and the rusted ships woke up in their slumber and said with a smile to the distant mountains, I would have long since
seen them not leaving said
It's not a forgotten place, it's just time to make an exception and say don't take this beauty away You
came to the last unspoiled piece of land in Europe to speak
up Not many people came here, the big black dog sitting on the ground gently around you There are also cows grazing in the distance. The
violinist said that when we played, the wind stopped and when it was over, the wind started to blow again. It was amazing. The
wind stopped for you and listened to you singing.
The last time I worked with the orchestra, there were so many people and the horizon. Hongxia and the red kites in
the sky When the crowd is crazy, you cover the stage with a curtain and put down your instruments immediately and walk off
the stage. I have never felt more peaceful, not happy, not sad, very calm. This is their music and Iceland's gift. my feelings thank you :)
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