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"Pa", a muffled sound, stirred up waves in the air, and attracted a lot of eyes in an instant. I cast my sights unclearly, and then found that the leftmost light of the stage was turned off, just like Gotham. The city sheriff turned off the bat lights, and the muffled sound was unspeakable and sighing.
What's going on, is it because the lights are malfunctioning?
The wild speculation has not had time to expand the tentacles, followed by the second muffled sound, then the third and fourth sound. Pop, pop, the lights on both sides of the stage went out one by one, getting faster and faster, and finally all the lights were completely cut off, and the interior of Madison Square Garden was plunged into a pervasive darkness.
"power cut?"
I don't know who made a joke in the darkness, and a small circle of people around made a low chuckle, and many more people rolled their eyes. Such a small noise, like gravel shamelessly calm the lake surface, rippled shallow, one circle, another circle, spreading, Wan Lai quiet scene echoed with a faint commotion, the air once again It began to flow slowly.
Just a piece of pure darkness, while extinguishing the light source, it seems to also extinguish the fourth of the five senses. The senses of sight, smell, touch, and taste gradually weaken in the darkness that cannot be overcome, only hearing becomes more and more intense. The more sensitive you are, you can even hear the sound of interlaced breathing, and then drive the rhythm of the heart beat bit by bit, and it seems that you can catch the turbulent sound of accelerating blood flow. Unconsciously, excitement and excitement are slowly brewing.
What is going on, what is going on? First there was ten minutes of silence, now it was... ten minutes of darkness? Is the concert tonight a mime? mime? An experiment in performance art?
The faces in the darkness looked at each other and inadvertently completed their containment. Everyone seemed to be eager to try, wriggling their lips trying to make a sound, but in the invisible exchange of sight, they gritted their teeth, refused to speak, refused to speak. That inexplicable contest and pull, after the brain reacted to the specific situation, has outlined the surging chemical reaction. 【】
Among them, Heather is no exception.
Lifting his chin, he looked curiously and eagerly exploring, but there was only an endless darkness in front of him. The surging and restlessness of the crowd could be vaguely seen, but there was no sound, the kind of dark tide hidden under the surface of the vast ocean. , Makes people excited.
Heather involuntarily grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair, but even with all her strength, she still couldn't hold the edges and corners of the armrest. She could only feel the rough and sharp outline with the softness of the palm.
Amidst the silence, the clear guitar strings sounded like spring water in the mountains, sliding down ding-dong, and the music of the big beads falling on the jade plate was on the smooth pebbles, the lush shade, the delicate sand, and the rotten ones. Passing freely between the tree roots and the pleasant fish, every drop of water is filled with sunlight and oxygen, and the faint halo seems to wrap the milliseconds of time, slowly flowing into a long river of time, carrying the weight of life, Pentium ceaselessly.
The clever musical note gently pulled the heart in the chest, once and again, the faint pain seemed innocuous, and there was no need to care, but it disrupted the rhythm of breathing unknowingly, sad and bitter, Cold and lonely. Before the singing even sounded, the grace of the melody already made people breathless, involuntarily holding their breath.
In the boundless darkness, hearing is the only way to discover the world. The tip of the tongue seems to be able to catch the sourness above the musical notes, but the slowly beating heart is so hard and fierce that it hits the chest with a dull pain.
The cold guitar string sound, this is the only instrument. After stripping away all the cumbersomeness and complexity, it was simple to the extreme and pure to the extreme. Then, the warm and hoarse voice began to hum softly, like a plume of smoke, curling up. The ground is wrapped around the fingertips and eyebrows, drawing out the outline of emotion.
"The empty alley in front of us, the place where we were young, the empty car burned out, like the autumn leaves of Eden, can not escape the falling fate, the fate; the memory of looking back suddenly, the sunshine that has been bathed in the past, the empty singing of ancient times, the death The lonely night is like the singing and singing of an angel."
While singing and singing, the indifferent but strong sorrow firmly and firmly grasped the ears, the magnificent and lonely scene, vastly spread out in the brain, a barren, full of vicissitudes of life. The entanglement of fate, the lingering of fate, and the swallowing of time, are like stories written in the Garden of Eden, which have determined the ending early.
Sad, lonely, and helpless.
A spotlight lit up, as if passing through the barriers of time and space, falling from top to bottom. The darkness around was like billowing smoke and dust. You could even see the flying dust in the air, magnificent and powerful. , But there is no sound at all, like a cry from the depths of the soul: hoarse, but quietly.
Lan Li bathed in the light, the figure is so lonely.
In the huge world, in the boundless darkness, he was alone, his firm and straight shoulders carried the weight of the entire world, and the power that broke out in silence easily destroyed all defense lines, and the entire audience's sight was tight. , Fell firmly on the figure. I couldn't make a sound at all, I just opened my mouth wide, accepting the baptism of the soul, and feeling the shock of the soul.
The slender fingers pressed the strings to make sure that all the noise was completely gone, let the silence surging slowly, for one second, two seconds, three seconds, it seemed to hear the resonance of the soul, in the roaring and shouting Roaring once again let Lan Li's fingers draw the strings.
"Even if time doesn't love you anymore, I will always stay where I am." The cry almost a cappella, calm but boiling, the pain of tearing the soul, vented between the lines; the next second, it broke out completely--
"We can run for eternity, if eternity is the future." The difficult treble is like a boomerang, and it draws a bright light, sharply and sharply breaking through the darkness, and the bright sunlight vents down in an instant to reach a high point. The conversion between true and false sounds at your fingertips, instantly stunning and calming down instantly, and the melody returns to gentleness again, "Time...Guide the way home."
Unsuspectingly, caught off guard, the soul suffered a heavy hammer and was caught off guard. Before breathing again, tears had blurred the eye sockets, and the weight of emotions pressed **** the chest: sorrow, bitterness; pounds. Stubborn, magnificent,
"Time", a song "Time", opened the prelude to "One Man's Concert". It's not "Cleopatra", it's not "convinced", but "time" in the album, which has almost no sense of existence. It seems to be submerged in the countless classic tracks of "Don Quixote". No one has ever noticed.
But at this moment, a guitar, a spotlight, and a sing sing, but they crushed everyone's defenses with great weight, and set the tone of tonight with greatness and vigor, even the blizzard outside the field seemed to be They are all eclipsed, reduced to accompaniment, and can only feel the boundless darkness firmly grasping the ankle, falling, and then falling.
"The ancient tree of Eden, engraved with the name of the lover, releases the first desire/hope, like the vast ocean, the raging waves and waves in the depths; the deep love that vents down is like a roaring waterfall, an inescapable tide , Sincerely eager hands, baby, hold it or let it go, let it go."
Heather stunned in place, staring wide-eyed, staring intently at the Lanli wrapped in the spotlight, as if billions of stars were venting down like a waterfall, shocked to move; slowly, slowly, Tears filled his eyes like this, and in the blurred vision, you could see the bright stars filling the whole world, but the figure was still so clear and firm.
Time flies, vicissitudes of life, things are different.
The power of time is so powerful, the people who love each other gradually become unfamiliar, the firm promises gradually become indifferent, the pure emotions gradually become complicated, she has changed, but he still doesn't. He always stayed in place, even if the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, even if the ends of the world, even if the time flies, he still stands in place. covered in wounds.
A song "Time" is Lan Li's promise. He insisted on his agreement, even in the face of the power and arrogance of time, even in the face of the coldness and determination of time, he still never left. What about her? Hold it or let it go?
She gave up. She tried to give up, she wanted to give up, she once gave up. Heather realized this suddenly and hit the softness in his heart fiercely. Lan Li was still waiting, but she chose to give up. What she said, she would not give up; what she said, he should continue to insist; however, she did not keep her promise. Those groggy, drowsy memories, without clear fragments of context, have bursts of bitterness.
Unknowingly, Heather stretched out his right hand, trying to hold Lan Li's outstretched right hand, but the vast night sky was so magnificent and so far away, she put it down weakly before she could straighten it out. Curled fingertips, trembling slightly~www.novelhall.com~ Even if time no longer loves you, I will always stick to the same place; we can run forever, if eternity is the future, time guides the way home. home……"
A simple "home", the ending sound is endless, four eight beats in full, but Lan Li's singing voice is gradually rising, like a desperate roar, like an angry roar, like a cry of sadness, and the treble of a person In the rough waves and rough seas, it never wavered.
It's not just a home, it's a past, a memory, a belief, and a promise.
He remembered, he still remembered their agreement, he still remembered her dream, he still remembered his persistence. He was still moving forward, but she chose to give up, vain, embarrassed, and timidly.
The fingertips were gathered little by little, and the flattened nails plunged deeply into the palms, but she could not feel the slightest pressure or pain. It seemed that she could not even make a fist as simple as a gesture, but that lightness But the force was heavily pressed on his chest, and the tears in his eyes overflowed like this. .
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"Pa", a muffled sound, stirred up waves in the air, and attracted a lot of eyes in an instant. I cast my sights unclearly, and then found that the leftmost light of the stage was turned off, just like Gotham. The city sheriff turned off the bat lights, and the muffled sound was unspeakable and sighing.
What's going on, is it because the lights are malfunctioning?
The wild speculation has not had time to expand the tentacles, followed by the second muffled sound, then the third and fourth sound. Pop, pop, the lights on both sides of the stage went out one by one, getting faster and faster, and finally all the lights were completely cut off, and the interior of Madison Square Garden was plunged into a pervasive darkness.
"power cut?"
I don't know who made a joke in the darkness, and a small circle of people around made a low chuckle, and many more people rolled their eyes. Such a small noise, like gravel shamelessly calm the lake surface, rippled shallow, one circle, another circle, spreading, Wan Lai quiet scene echoed with a faint commotion, the air once again It began to flow slowly.
Just a piece of pure darkness, while extinguishing the light source, it seems to also extinguish the fourth of the five senses. The senses of sight, smell, touch, and taste gradually weaken in the darkness that cannot be overcome, only hearing becomes more and more intense. The more sensitive you are, you can even hear the sound of interlaced breathing, and then drive the rhythm of the heart beat bit by bit, and it seems that you can catch the turbulent sound of accelerating blood flow. Unconsciously, excitement and excitement are slowly brewing.
What is going on, what is going on? First there was ten minutes of silence, now it was... ten minutes of darkness? Is the concert tonight a mime? mime? An experiment in performance art?
The faces in the darkness looked at each other and inadvertently completed their containment. Everyone seemed to be eager to try, wriggling their lips trying to make a sound, but in the invisible exchange of sight, they gritted their teeth, refused to speak, refused to speak. That inexplicable contest and pull, after the brain reacted to the specific situation, has outlined the surging chemical reaction. 【】
Among them, Heather is no exception.
Lifting his chin, he looked curiously and eagerly exploring, but there was only an endless darkness in front of him. The surging and restlessness of the crowd could be vaguely seen, but there was no sound, the kind of dark tide hidden under the surface of the vast ocean. , Makes people excited.
Heather involuntarily grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair, but even with all her strength, she still couldn't hold the edges and corners of the armrest. She could only feel the rough and sharp outline with the softness of the palm.
Amidst the silence, the clear guitar strings sounded like spring water in the mountains, sliding down ding-dong, and the music of the big beads falling on the jade plate was on the smooth pebbles, the lush shade, the delicate sand, and the rotten ones. Passing freely between the tree roots and the pleasant fish, every drop of water is filled with sunlight and oxygen, and the faint halo seems to wrap the milliseconds of time, slowly flowing into a long river of time, carrying the weight of life, Pentium ceaselessly.
The clever musical note gently pulled the heart in the chest, once and again, the faint pain seemed innocuous, and there was no need to care, but it disrupted the rhythm of breathing unknowingly, sad and bitter, Cold and lonely. Before the singing even sounded, the grace of the melody already made people breathless, involuntarily holding their breath.
In the boundless darkness, hearing is the only way to discover the world. The tip of the tongue seems to be able to catch the sourness above the musical notes, but the slowly beating heart is so hard and fierce that it hits the chest with a dull pain.
The cold guitar string sound, this is the only instrument. After stripping away all the cumbersomeness and complexity, it was simple to the extreme and pure to the extreme. Then, the warm and hoarse voice began to hum softly, like a plume of smoke, curling up. The ground is wrapped around the fingertips and eyebrows, drawing out the outline of emotion.
"The empty alley in front of us, the place where we were young, the empty car burned out, like the autumn leaves of Eden, can not escape the falling fate, the fate; the memory of looking back suddenly, the sunshine that has been bathed in the past, the empty singing of ancient times, the death The lonely night is like the singing and singing of an angel."
While singing and singing, the indifferent but strong sorrow firmly and firmly grasped the ears, the magnificent and lonely scene, vastly spread out in the brain, a barren, full of vicissitudes of life. The entanglement of fate, the lingering of fate, and the swallowing of time, are like stories written in the Garden of Eden, which have determined the ending early.
Sad, lonely, and helpless.
A spotlight lit up, as if passing through the barriers of time and space, falling from top to bottom. The darkness around was like billowing smoke and dust. You could even see the flying dust in the air, magnificent and powerful. , But there is no sound at all, like a cry from the depths of the soul: hoarse, but quietly.
Lan Li bathed in the light, the figure is so lonely.
In the huge world, in the boundless darkness, he was alone, his firm and straight shoulders carried the weight of the entire world, and the power that broke out in silence easily destroyed all defense lines, and the entire audience's sight was tight. , Fell firmly on the figure. I couldn't make a sound at all, I just opened my mouth wide, accepting the baptism of the soul, and feeling the shock of the soul.
The slender fingers pressed the strings to make sure that all the noise was completely gone, let the silence surging slowly, for one second, two seconds, three seconds, it seemed to hear the resonance of the soul, in the roaring and shouting Roaring once again let Lan Li's fingers draw the strings.
"Even if time doesn't love you anymore, I will always stay where I am." The cry almost a cappella, calm but boiling, the pain of tearing the soul, vented between the lines; the next second, it broke out completely--
"We can run for eternity, if eternity is the future." The difficult treble is like a boomerang, and it draws a bright light, sharply and sharply breaking through the darkness, and the bright sunlight vents down in an instant to reach a high point. The conversion between true and false sounds at your fingertips, instantly stunning and calming down instantly, and the melody returns to gentleness again, "Time...Guide the way home."
Unsuspectingly, caught off guard, the soul suffered a heavy hammer and was caught off guard. Before breathing again, tears had blurred the eye sockets, and the weight of emotions pressed **** the chest: sorrow, bitterness; pounds. Stubborn, magnificent,
"Time", a song "Time", opened the prelude to "One Man's Concert". It's not "Cleopatra", it's not "convinced", but "time" in the album, which has almost no sense of existence. It seems to be submerged in the countless classic tracks of "Don Quixote". No one has ever noticed.
But at this moment, a guitar, a spotlight, and a sing sing, but they crushed everyone's defenses with great weight, and set the tone of tonight with greatness and vigor, even the blizzard outside the field seemed to be They are all eclipsed, reduced to accompaniment, and can only feel the boundless darkness firmly grasping the ankle, falling, and then falling.
"The ancient tree of Eden, engraved with the name of the lover, releases the first desire/hope, like the vast ocean, the raging waves and waves in the depths; the deep love that vents down is like a roaring waterfall, an inescapable tide , Sincerely eager hands, baby, hold it or let it go, let it go."
Heather stunned in place, staring wide-eyed, staring intently at the Lanli wrapped in the spotlight, as if billions of stars were venting down like a waterfall, shocked to move; slowly, slowly, Tears filled his eyes like this, and in the blurred vision, you could see the bright stars filling the whole world, but the figure was still so clear and firm.
Time flies, vicissitudes of life, things are different.
The power of time is so powerful, the people who love each other gradually become unfamiliar, the firm promises gradually become indifferent, the pure emotions gradually become complicated, she has changed, but he still doesn't. He always stayed in place, even if the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, even if the ends of the world, even if the time flies, he still stands in place. covered in wounds.
A song "Time" is Lan Li's promise. He insisted on his agreement, even in the face of the power and arrogance of time, even in the face of the coldness and determination of time, he still never left. What about her? Hold it or let it go?
She gave up. She tried to give up, she wanted to give up, she once gave up. Heather realized this suddenly and hit the softness in his heart fiercely. Lan Li was still waiting, but she chose to give up. What she said, she would not give up; what she said, he should continue to insist; however, she did not keep her promise. Those groggy, drowsy memories, without clear fragments of context, have bursts of bitterness.
Unknowingly, Heather stretched out his right hand, trying to hold Lan Li's outstretched right hand, but the vast night sky was so magnificent and so far away, she put it down weakly before she could straighten it out. Curled fingertips, trembling slightly~www.novelhall.com~ Even if time no longer loves you, I will always stick to the same place; we can run forever, if eternity is the future, time guides the way home. home……"
A simple "home", the ending sound is endless, four eight beats in full, but Lan Li's singing voice is gradually rising, like a desperate roar, like an angry roar, like a cry of sadness, and the treble of a person In the rough waves and rough seas, it never wavered.
It's not just a home, it's a past, a memory, a belief, and a promise.
He remembered, he still remembered their agreement, he still remembered her dream, he still remembered his persistence. He was still moving forward, but she chose to give up, vain, embarrassed, and timidly.
The fingertips were gathered little by little, and the flattened nails plunged deeply into the palms, but she could not feel the slightest pressure or pain. It seemed that she could not even make a fist as simple as a gesture, but that lightness But the force was heavily pressed on his chest, and the tears in his eyes overflowed like this. .
a
"Pa", a muffled sound, stirred up waves in the air, and attracted a lot of eyes in an instant. I cast my sights unclearly, and then found that the leftmost light of the stage was turned off, just like Gotham. The city sheriff turned off the bat lights, and the muffled sound was unspeakable and sighing.What's going on, is it because the lights are malfunctioning?The wild speculation has not had time to expand the tentacles, followed by the second muffled sound, then the third and fourth sound. Pop, pop, the lights on both sides of the stage went out one by one, getting faster and faster, and finally all the lights were completely cut off, and the interior of Madison Square Garden was plunged into a pervasive darkness."power cut?"I don't know who made a joke in the darkness, and a small circle of people around made a low chuckle, and many more people rolled their eyes. Such a small noise, like gravel shamelessly calm the lake surface, rippled shallow, one circle, another circle, spreading, Wan Lai quiet scene echoed with a faint commotion, the air once again It began to flow slowly.Just a piece of pure darkness, while extinguishing the light source, it seems to also extinguish the fourth of the five senses. The senses of sight, smell, touch, and taste gradually weaken in the darkness that cannot be overcome, only hearing becomes more and more intense. The more sensitive you are, you can even hear the sound of interlaced breathing, and then drive the rhythm of the heart beat bit by bit, and it seems that you can catch the turbulent sound of accelerating blood flow. Unconsciously, excitement and excitement are slowly brewing.What is going on, what is going on? First there was ten minutes of silence, now it was... ten minutes of darkness? Is the concert tonight a mime? mime? An experiment in performance art?The faces in the darkness looked at each other and inadvertently completed their containment. Everyone seemed to be eager to try, wriggling their lips trying to make a sound, but in the invisible exchange of sight, they gritted their teeth, refused to speak, refused to speak. That inexplicable contest and pull, after the brain reacted to the specific situation, has outlined the surging chemical reaction. Among them, Heather is no exception.Lifting his chin, he looked curiously and eagerly exploring, but there was only an endless darkness in front of him. The surging and restlessness of the crowd could be vaguely seen, but there was no sound, the kind of dark tide hidden under the surface of the vast ocean. , Makes people excited.Heather involuntarily grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair, but even with all her strength, she still couldn't hold the edges and corners of the armrest. She could only feel the rough and sharp outline with the softness of the palm.Amidst the silence, the clear guitar strings sounded like spring water in the mountains, sliding down ding-dong, and the music of the big beads falling on the jade plate was on the smooth pebbles, the lush shade, the delicate sand, and the rotten ones. Passing freely between the tree roots and the pleasant fish, every drop of water is filled with sunlight and oxygen, and the faint halo seems to wrap the milliseconds of time, slowly flowing into a long river of time, carrying the weight of life, Pentium ceaselessly.The clever musical note gently pulled the heart in the chest, once and again, the faint pain seemed innocuous, and there was no need to care, but it disrupted the rhythm of breathing unknowingly, sad and bitter, Cold and lonely. Before the singing even sounded, the grace of the melody already made people breathless, involuntarily holding their breath.In the boundless darkness, hearing is the only way to discover the world. The tip of the tongue seems to be able to catch the sourness above the musical notes, but the slowly beating heart is so hard and fierce that it hits the chest with a dull pain.The cold guitar string sound, this is the only instrument. After stripping away all the cumbersomeness and complexity, it was simple to the extreme and pure to the extreme. Then, the warm and hoarse voice began to hum softly, like a plume of smoke, curling up. The ground is wrapped around the fingertips and eyebrows, drawing out the outline of emotion."The empty alley in front of us, the place where we were young, the empty car burned out, like the autumn leaves of Eden, can not escape the falling fate, the fate; the memory of looking back suddenly, the sunshine that has been bathed in the past, the empty singing of ancient times, the death The lonely night is like the singing and singing of an angel."While singing and singing, the indifferent but strong sorrow firmly and firmly grasped the ears, the magnificent and lonely scene, vastly spread out in the brain, a barren, full of vicissitudes of life. The entanglement of fate, the lingering of fate, and the swallowing of time, are like stories written in the Garden of Eden, which have determined the ending early.Sad, lonely, and helpless.A spotlight lit up, as if passing through the barriers of time and space, falling from top to bottom. The darkness around was like billowing smoke and dust. You could even see the flying dust in the air, magnificent and powerful. , But there is no sound at all, like a cry from the depths of the soul: hoarse, but quietly.Lan Li bathed in the light, the figure is so lonely.In the huge world, in the boundless darkness, he was alone, his firm and straight shoulders carried the weight of the entire world, and the power that broke out in silence easily destroyed all defense lines, and the entire audience's sight was tight. , Fell firmly on the figure. I couldn't make a sound at all, I just opened my mouth wide, accepting the baptism of the soul, and feeling the shock of the soul.The slender fingers pressed the strings to make sure that all the noise was completely gone, let the silence surging slowly, for one second, two seconds, three seconds, it seemed to hear the resonance of the soul, in the roaring and shouting Roaring once again let Lan Li's fingers draw the strings."Even if time doesn't love you anymore, I will always stay where I am." The cry almost a cappella, calm but boiling, the pain of tearing the soul, vented between the lines; the next second, it broke out completely--"We can run for eternity, if eternity is the future." The difficult treble is like a boomerang, and it draws a bright light, sharply and sharply breaking through the darkness, and the bright sunlight vents down in an instant to reach a high point. The conversion between true and false sounds at your fingertips, instantly stunning and calming down instantly, and the melody returns to gentleness again, "Time...Guide the way home."Unsuspectingly, caught off guard, the soul suffered a heavy hammer and was caught off guard. Before breathing again, tears had blurred the eye sockets, and the weight of emotions pressed **** the chest: sorrow, bitterness; pounds. Stubborn, magnificent,"Time", a song "Time", opened the prelude to "One Man's Concert". It's not "Cleopatra", it's not "convinced", but "time" in the album, which has almost no sense of existence. It seems to be submerged in the countless classic tracks of "Don Quixote". No one has ever noticed.But at this moment, a guitar, a spotlight, and a sing sing, but they crushed everyone's defenses with great weight, and set the tone of tonight with greatness and vigor, even the blizzard outside the field seemed to be They are all eclipsed, reduced to accompaniment, and can only feel the boundless darkness firmly grasping the ankle, falling, and then falling."The ancient tree of Eden, engraved with the name of the lover, releases the first desire/hope, like the vast ocean, the raging waves and waves in the depths; the deep love that vents down is like a roaring waterfall, an inescapable tide , Sincerely eager hands, baby, hold it or let it go, let it go."Heather stunned in place, staring wide-eyed, staring intently at the Lanli wrapped in the spotlight, as if billions of stars were venting down like a waterfall, shocked to move; slowly, slowly, Tears filled his eyes like this, and in the blurred vision, you could see the bright stars filling the whole world, but the figure was still so clear and firm.Time flies, vicissitudes of life, things are different.The power of time is so powerful, the people who love each other gradually become unfamiliar, the firm promises gradually become indifferent, the pure emotions gradually become complicated, she has changed, but he still doesn't. He always stayed in place, even if the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, even if the ends of the world, even if the time flies, he still stands in place. covered in wounds.A song "Time" is Lan Li's promise. He insisted on his agreement, even in the face of the power and arrogance of time, even in the face of the coldness and determination of time, he still never left. What about her? Hold it or let it go?She gave up. She tried to give up, she wanted to give up, she once gave up. Heather realized this suddenly and hit the softness in his heart fiercely. Lan Li was still waiting, but she chose to give up. What she said, she would not give up; what she said, he should continue to insist; however, she did not keep her promise. Those groggy, drowsy memories, without clear fragments of context, have bursts of bitterness.Unknowingly, Heather stretched out his right hand, trying to hold Lan Li's outstretched right hand, but the vast night sky was so magnificent and so far away, she put it down weakly before she could straighten it out. Curled fingertips, trembling slightly~www.novelhall.com~ Even if time no longer loves you, I will always stick to the same place; we can run forever, if eternity is the future, time guides the way home. home"A simple "home", the ending sound is endless, four eight beats in full, but Lan Li's singing voice is gradually rising, like a desperate roar, like an angry roar, like a cry of sadness, and the treble of a person In the rough waves and rough seas, it never wavered.It's not just a home, it's a past, a memory, a belief, and a promise.He remembered, he still remembered their agreement, he still remembered her dream, he still remembered his persistence. He was still moving forward, but she chose to give up, vain, embarrassed, and timidly.The fingertips were gathered little by little, and the flattened nails plunged deeply into the palms, but she could not feel the slightest pressure or pain. It seemed that she could not even make a fist as simple as a gesture, but that lightness But the force was heavily pressed on his chest, and the tears in his eyes overflowed like this. .a
