The first single "If" released by Yi Bai again released the new album, which bluntly expressed the assumption of love

The interpretation of love is always a hot theme in contemporary folk songs. But in the creation of Yi Bai, it seems that it is difficult to find a song that is diverged through love. Some of the personal emotions about this part are only occasionally mixed with the review of youth, or turned into a vague intention, frozen in the memory of his hometown.

Perhaps it is the passage of time that makes some soft things deeper and brings more peace of mind. Now singing "No More Young", In this "If", he bluntly expresses his assumptions about love. It was only three years ago that "if I knew you at another time" became "If we hadn't met...".

The thick and long violin melody, like a silent river quietly flowing into the mind, once again stirred up the memories that faded away in the night. The seasons we have taken jump into it, the departed people who are gradually drifting away, the time that is boiling in the line of sight, seems to be emerging in front of the eyes at the moment, and it seems that a dusty glass cannot be touched. For the emotional retrospection, Yi Bai calmly and frankly, but this song is enough to arouse all kinds of complicated thoughts in your and my heart, and it is endless.

However, memories and attachments cannot replace the past that has been stripped away from themselves early. When the countless stories woven by "ifs" come to an end, we will eventually become prisoners of memory. Gradually, life will become no different, and the regrets that want to be spoken and stopped will become less important. Encounters are just a glimpse of the years, and it doesn't make a difference whether they forget or not. In the face of time, we are all the same, all stranded by reality.

Yi Bai knows that there is no "if" in life, only "so". This is why he can see through the loss at a glance whether he writes about love or youth. He said that people who love memories are not happy, he said that the future is very long, everything is difficult to tell.

But the two hundred you see are not indulging in sadness. He buried those pasts deeper, as a nourishment, and always went on at his own pace with the honesty of facing life.

Perhaps only by comprehending the taste of life in the depths of the ordinary can we write songs that have their own rhythm of life itself, which is simple and unpretentious but has infinite taste, it sees you and accommodates you.