The sad melody still continues to fill everyone's eardrums and atria on the scale, and in this extremely oppressive environment, everyone's feelings have been sublimated, and the emotions are stirred, but the heart hurts and hurts.

And I was in the environment as the focus, but everyone as a bystander, there was only one person in my heart, and the woman who drank and had fun with others, I don't know if she recognized me, but I hope I didn't recognize me, I don't want to see my wolf side by her, and even more so by her.

Maybe I really have to thank the man of the story, and even more so to the person who asked for the discussion and insulted me, so that I could wear this miserable white mask, so that I could cowardly hide under the mask and sing in peace.

"Rain, a whole season, dreams, a whole shattered no matter where you are? Who I'm with is still my only one. ”

At the end of the song, I couldn't sing the original taste, the hoarse after the roar, the soft chanting, I didn't dare to tell him my stupid and wishful words, I didn't know how much I loved her, but after losing her, I felt that my life had become blank, and I could only cry in the dark with sadness.

But if I wishfully say what I want to say, will she know that I said it? What did you say to her? I have been invaded by contradictions, I want her to know that it is me, but I don't want her to know that it is me, this contradiction makes me wearing a mask I have a special feeling of grievance, plus because of the mask barrier, it is a little difficult to breathe, I am particularly irritable, maybe the mask is just an excuse, the real reason is because of her sudden arrival, maybe she lives in this beautiful city, living without worrying about food and clothing, not to live in the countryside, not to face the people she thinks are not plain but simple.

After I finished singing the first song, I continued to sing the second song amid the shouts of the crowd, and the reason why I stood on the stage was not only because of the strong demand of the audience, but also because I could look at her with a bright face, although wearing a mask was already sneaky.

I really want to call out her name, once beloved, and still beloved, Manqing, I want to rush over and hug her, kissing her as if no one was there, but Manqing is talking and laughing with another man, although the attention is still on me, but it must be because I am wearing a mask, not because of the real and very familiar person under the mask.

No one can bear the curiosity and not pay attention to it when they see it dressed up like this, looking at the sensational scene in front of me, I think tomorrow's Internet will have my place again, I have seen someone holding a mobile phone to record.

And Manqing is the same, even if I don't want her to find me, but when she really doesn't find me, I am unspeakably lost, I am thinking that I am no longer important to her, right?

In this way, I looked at my ex-girlfriend who I hadn't seen for a long time, and sang four songs in a row, each song was sung to the heart's pain, and our memories were played out in my mind over and over again, while my eyes hidden under the mask hurt over and over again, stinging over and over again.

Manqing and the man who drove the Passat seemed to be ready to leave without hurrying, and after drinking and going to spend the night together, when I thought of this, and saw the picture of their affection, my heart was cramping, dripping blood, and at the same time, the fingers that plucked the strings actually felt a tingling feeling, if it continued like this, I felt that I would collapse, the painful expression could be hidden under the mask, the painful heart could be hidden in the chest, but the painful eyes could not be stopped, even if I closed my eyes, I could imagine the men and women in the crowd, in front of the round table, in the seats.

And just when I was getting more and more broken, and the playing was inevitably wrong, at the end of a song, the man who drove the Passat got up with his arm around Manqing and was finally about to leave, and the smiling Manqing seemed to look at me, and seemed to smile at me again, and when I also smirked but woke up in an instant, Manqing and the Passat man had already walked to the door of the bar, and they were about to disappear in front of my eyes.

I didn't have any illusions, I didn't continue to stand on the stage and sing, I didn't even have time to bow to the audience, I ran off the stage with my guitar, my heart was numb, my mind was blank, my legs didn't know what drove the tears of goodbye to fill my face, and even broke through the barrier of the mask and flowed to my neck, but I had barely run a few steps when a strong hand grabbed my arm.

"Brother, what's wrong? What's the matter? ”

I looked back a little irritably, and found that it was the story man, so I said eagerly: "I'll go out for a while, please help me watch the child, I'll be back in a while." ”

My words didn't wait for them to wither, I just broke free from the story man, holding the guitar and quickly running out of the bar filled with a heavy and sad atmosphere, chasing the woman who was no longer what I could pursue, but I didn't have the ability to think, when I saw Manqing leaving, I wanted to chase it out without hesitation, maybe because of the last time I left, I didn't chase it, maybe I wanted to redeem it, maybe I wanted to solemnly say goodbye and goodbye.

But by the time I ran out of the bar, Manching and the Passat man had already walked in front of the brand new black Passat, and I wanted to break through the shackles of the white mask and simply shout out two words and the name that I had shouted countless times.

But I mentioned it very violently, but when it came to my mouth, I just shouted out a mosquito-like sound, and the palm that was not controlled by the brain trembled and stretched out, but it fell down, I still didn't have the courage to call Man Qing after all, and I still haven't figured it out, why did Man Qing leave me? Is it simply because of the child? Maybe it's more because of the material, right? I don't blame her, after all, I'm poor, I can't give her a good life, I don't have a Passat, I don't have a building, I only have a dream that is often hung in the mouth, worthless ideals, ideals of writing, and dreams of singing.

I looked at Manqing again, watching her being carried by a Passat man, getting into this Passat that blended into the night, the urge to take off the damn mask was gradually overwhelmed by my cowardice, I was afraid of the feelings that I had solemnly sworn with my vows, I was stage frightened, I was cheap a few months ago, so what am I like now? It may not be an exaggeration to describe it as dirty.

Watching the Passat roar like a mockery, the wind completely blending into the boundless night, the refraction of the bright light, the lighting of the street lamp, all satirized me, a woman who could only wear a mask and secretly watch in the dark and want to cherish but had no chance.

The wind of the autumn night tried his best to gloom my cheeks hidden under the mask, and my heart-wrenching teardrops have also become teardrops of the wind, every drop is dripped in the memories of the past, and the feelings of several years are not something that can be forgotten, especially in such a helpless moment as me, I hope that there is such a woman who can bring me warmth, which is selfish comfort.

I squatted down, took off my white mask, hid my face and cried bitterly, this time the heartache was more detached than the previous parting, the first time was a shocking pain, a numb pain, and this time it was a helpless pain, a heart-piercing pain, an inferiority pain

Crying bitterly, I silently asked myself in my heart, where is your courage? Why can't I raise the courage to snatch back the woman I love, I can't give an answer myself, and I can't give it in the silent night, maybe I already know this answer, but I just don't want to admit it.

Man Qing, since I choose to leave, then I should be happy to fulfill her, her happiness, my Liang Jiafeng's happiness, be happier than her.

Just when my heart was full of thoughts, a very familiar voice suddenly sounded in the silent night, and my heart was suddenly confused, and I was anxious to put the mask off on my face that was spread by tears

In a hurry, I collided and kept laughing, and it was like a comforting autumn wind.

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