The taste of missing is like a pot of wine, drinking can not be drunk, drunk crazy may be drunk, as if the more crazy you miss the more likely to get drunk; if you are afraid of drunkenness, you do not have to drink, but there is an emotion called can't help but feel it, there is a promise called not understanding, so pretend not to know, tonight with the wind, last night with the stars, the night before the shadow, you made a promise, but let me become a miss in the wind and rain, is it left or right, is it dim or light, if you can escape whether you have escaped, stand in place, listen to this "Promise" sung by Li Yijun, think a lot.
This is an old song with an old wine flavor, but the melody is crazy and addictive, is it because it has a sad taste; or did I happen to listen to this song on the day of depression? Fearless time may not have a faint warm yesterday to accompany, may be lonely into a drifting bottle, everywhere feel that something is missing, but fate, is the broken void that cannot be changed, even if it is a perfect exterior, it is impossible to escape the sad past of that inch of lights scattered glass, late at night, pick up again.
Three words of promise, one sentence of beginning, one sentence of story, one sentence of end; promise because of you, once for you, twice for you, three times also for you; affectionately sent to whom, is it the nothingness of three thousand years later, or the platform of three years ago met, whether the madness of Pear Fall is crazy for someone and intoxicated, but when I wake up countless eyes look at me, why am I drifting in the vast sea, life is fearless, just for the outside; and late at night I remember "Promise", but find that freedom is getting less and less, People are also more and more trance, perhaps, the more awake they are, the more sad they are, the more confused they are, the more heartless they are!
Street corners, who is waiting; in the depths of the alley, where the white hair and autumn leaves fall with the wind; after the cultivation of human feelings, is the article bright enough to light up the reality and forget the days when cursive was flying, people can forget, but can not completely forget, the taste of missing is like a pot of wine, and "Promise" makes people more and more crazy drunk, a once, faded a few points of the vicissitudes of the mulberry field, late at night, remember, can you still retain the original innocence? If there is no sound, is it all in the wind? Whoops...
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