When I saw you on the talent show, my heart ached, I didn't know any of the judges on the stage, I only knew you, you were a master, they were not qualified to comment on you and your songs. It's not that you're not popular, it's that the people who love you are getting old.
Those of us in our thirties and forties are running for three meals a day, we bow our heads for life, bend over for marriage, learn to compromise and be patient, and when we reach the heavy middle age of the old and the young, we have no time and no energy to pursue you anymore. Put you and your song in the deepest part of your heart, when one day we overhear your song, we will burst into tears in an instant, it is the taste of youth, and we once swallowed the mountains and rivers with such pride. Now it has become like this, even hobbies are gone, it is the trivialities of life and children, a place of chicken feathers.
Zhou Chuanxiong, can you eat a little fat, let our people who love you rest assured, see you so thin we are heartbroken, I hope you can see the letter I wrote to you. Hope you're doing well.
Love you still...
Fans: Morning Lady Mom
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