"The street is calm and warm. When I first came to Kyoto at the end of the last century, the school was not far from Kyoto University, where the songwriter Hiroshi Akimei studied, and there were Fengmian Bookstore, Engraved Time Cafe, and the rows of tall poplar and plane trees on Gakukumi-ri, which blew through the wind like an accordion.

At that time, College Ridge was just a quiet street, and boys on bicycles drove girls with long hair to the National Library to read books. On the road, there are people walking with books in their arms, as well as the goddesses of the National Academy, the Dance Academy, and the Conservatory of Music, who are tall and tall, have long necks, and walk rhythmically like stepping on the piano.

It was a time when we didn't know the taste of life.

At that time, many of Kyoto's courtyard houses were inhabited by poets, painters, singers, and neurotics. Small courtyards, alleys, locust trees, white cats, everyone sings, plays the piano, paints, and writes poems. None of them had much fame, fortune, livelihood, or house, and spent some time passionately and simply. Everyone was talking together, huddled in the real stage waiting area, waiting to play, as if a new moment was coming.

We "wait for the future that will come out in full costume".

And the future is actually very bland, it is in the crowded subway, boring work, and boring feelings, and it comes unconsciously, and we are not aware of it.

In such times, they are in love, break up, get married, divorced, and be single. And the vast majority of people, who don't love it, still wear the worldly cloak called "marriage", and even add a more expensive set of clothes like "children", so that they will not be looked at and doubted when they walk in the world. It's just that occasionally in the middle of the night, looking at the person next to the pillow, you will suddenly feel strange, but he/she is a good person, there is nothing wrong, and he can't even find any excuses.

However, the deeper pain is that not loving yourself or the people you love is worth going to the trouble and despair

In this day-to-day routine, everyone has become fat, moved, believed in Buddhism, returned to their hometown to start a business, went to the mountains to live in seclusion, and there are still people.

Depressed.

So when I heard "how reluctant this life is, the heavier the ocean is in this body", I would go from silently crying to crying, crying so uncontrollably for the first time in a long time. We don't have any other time but this life, but there is so much reluctance. The ocean we want to cross is not a foreign land, not a homelessness, not a betrayal of relatives, just those ordinary daily life.

At this point in the singing, the guitar strums the strings quickly, calmly and rapidly. Countless passing years. "Is life too difficult, or is it alive. ”

Joining the children's chorus is unexpected and sad.

"Is there anyone else who makes you fantasize? ”

Fantasy is longing and annihilation. Many people can only be together, but they can't be together all the time. A guitar with an electronic soundtrack. Children's Singing:

"The wind is blowing

People drift in the wind

The days are on their own side

How cold this life is

This body is heavier than the ocean......."

Is there anything more poignant than that? There was a soft sigh from the singer. It's light, it's light. It's like the sigh we leave for youth and love, but the aftermath is long.

The singer also gently joins in the chorus:

"The wind is blowing

We drift with the wind

A clear gaze extinguished in the wind and dust

I want to look back

Tell the story from the beginning

Time is twilight

Life is no longer here!"

"Woo, woo, woo-"

The flute sounded again, the guitar strummed, and the singer sighed softly.

"We're all bruised

It also slowly broke the heart

Do you get what you want

In exchange for a heart of stone. ”

What emerges in front of me is the willful and stubborn self in those feelings that have been invested, and many times because of such a hard heart, when he turns around, he becomes the end of the world.

"We drift with the wind

A clear gaze extinguished in the wind and dust

I want to go back and tell the story from the beginning

Time is twilight, life is no more!"

I have never interpreted and analyzed a song in this way, from the lyrics to the soundtrack, it is a story one by one, not gorgeous but so appropriate, even if it is straightforward, it makes people feel that it reflects the helplessness and endless desolation of the world.

I was amazed at the songwriter's perception of the bleakness of the world, and I was even more amazed at the singer's understanding and grasp of such a simple but by no means simple song at a young age.

I found it hard to believe that he was only nineteen years old.

Of course, he had another nineteen, and another nineteen, and many, many nineteens.

The splendor and prosperity that belongs to him will be limitless.

I'm looking forward to it.

Looking forward to the emergence and growth of a true teenage superstar in the pop music scene.

Let's bless together, bless this song, bless Xiahou Zhi, and bless the youth of all of us. Tomorrow, oh no, today, a new star will be born—

Good night to all!"

Qiu Minghao quietly looked at Yan Ping's article, and his heart was full of emotion.

He wrote not only a music review, but also a life insight, and his article has infected many, many people, in the comment area of Yan Ping's article, the number of people who followed the post quickly exceeded 1,000, and the content everyone almost expressed the same feelings.

"He writes so well that I wouldn't have been able to write such a profound and good article. I suddenly felt that literature and music were really the best match. Just like you, Minghao. ”

Maggie also felt a lot after reading it.

"Like me?"

Tyumen Hao is very strange about this metaphor of Maggie.

"You see, you're majoring in literature, but your comprehension and sensibility for music are so amazing. Each of your songs seems to tickle people's itches, move people, and make people addicted. ”

Maggie looked at Qiu Minghao with a look of intoxication.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Qiu Minghao suddenly felt ashamed, where did he have such a talent as Maggie said, his previous life was just a securities analyst who manipulated stocks, he only had a talent for numbers, the market, and the secrets behind stocks, as for literature and art, it was all thanks to his predecessor that Qiu Minghao and the world he lived in in his previous life.

"I feel like you're an alien. ”

Maggie smiled mysteriously suddenly.

"Aliens?"

Qiu Minghao's heart moved. Isn't he? He's a visitor from an alien planet.

"Well, I've never seen such a talented musician, and your presence is really the happiest thing in my life. It made me feel like a new life. ”

Maggie's eyes were full of light.

"You're exaggerating. Okay, let's take a look at how many downloads of Xiahou Zhi's single are now!"

After Qiu Minghao finished speaking, he didn't continue the topic just now, and he opened the user background of Yiwang Cloud Music.