Chapter 151: Love and Like (4)

When I drank the bitter herbs, rubbed my swollen temples and walked into the studio, still saying hello to my audience in front of the microphone, I was grateful for my girlfriend's compliment, whether intentional or unintentional.

When I walked down the road and heard strangers arguing about my voice like Ding Jianhua or Yao Xijuan, my gratitude turned into a motivation, and I thought that if I persisted, people would forget Ding Jianhua and Yao Xijuan when they heard my voice.

Unfortunately, I couldn't resist the temptation to make something that would last longer. The shop pù can be preserved for 40 years, the house can be preserved for 70 years, my books should coexist with the library, and my blog, although stupid, should be as long as Yahoo, right?

And my lovers, each of them, has a timbre that fascinates me even more than Tong Zirong's dubbing in "Yesenia". Let me thank God for His special favor in bringing the voice of the angel who lives in the stars to my life in the dark night.

Please accept my compliments and sue me, am I still the tear in your eyes?

Please tell me your name so that I can call your name and say I love your singing.

(5) Online home

Happiness has become so much easier for me now – just put on your headphones and listen to his songs.

It's only been two months since I've gotten used to the sound, and I don't know how to keep it, because I can't hear it.

For others, happiness is a kind of gap between oneself and oneself.

He has more than you have, so you feel like he's happy. In fact, you are also happy in the eyes of others.

But happiness or unhappiness is only known by oneself, and the so-called leakage of each family's house is known by everyone.

In life, I often hear this and that friend and colleague say: You are so happy, your husband is so good to you, I am not happy and there is nothing. But there are a few people who know that they are actually very happy in the eyes of others.

When one's pursuit is not satisfied, one does not feel happy even if one has more things, but when one's dream is realized, one feels happy in that moment.

My dream is so easy now, just listen to his songs. I'm so obsessed with the sound that I don't know why.

I couldn't get enough of it, it drifted away like the wind, and I tried to find it somewhere else, but it only made me more irritable, and I had no choice but to beg him not to leave.

After I wrote, "I can't tell the difference between being and then - haha/ Started writing songs?" At that time (2008-10-1918:08:56) I didn't expect it to be so wolf bèi now.

I was afraid that he would be unhappy and change again, and that those delicate noises would make me miserable and uneasy, and let me know how much I couldn't live without this unforgettable voice.

>>>>>>>>>Please, don't leave me, please.

From the day I opened this space, I wanted it to be your home, yours alone, and all other messages I would delete and only you could get out of the way. This is your heart's desire, you said it, I remember.

I want you to feel warm and happy every time you come home.

You know the meaning of each word, the story behind each word.

May the words you leave behind will not leave my eyes, your singing will not leave my ears, I need you as much as you need me, this is the only reason I live in the world.