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Music Appreciation of You Hongming", "The Person Who Loves Me and the Person I Love": Not scattered, who is obsessed too deeply

Music Appreciation of You Hongming", "The Person Who Loves Me and the Person I Love": Not scattered, who is obsessed too deeply

If you can't ask, then why say, if you can't love, then why understand, many times, always a serious expression, but more often, it is elusive, a rain, a lifetime of laughter and snow, "The person who loves me and the person I love", a song from You Hongming, but there are many regrets and sighs.

Music Appreciation of You Hongming", "The Person Who Loves Me and the Person I Love": Not scattered, who is obsessed too deeply

Once upon a time, she began to feel that everything was not so natural; the most cheerful years of laughter were drenched in the most wrong rain; and when it was cold to the point of being the least self, she found that she also began to forget her best person. Perhaps, there is no color in the image age, black and white is the most beautiful plot; and when the bustling city stands on the rooftop, it is endlessly bustling with traffic and nowhere to worry, is it noisy or getting colder? At a glance, do I see the person I love, or do I just hear the voice of the person who loves me?

Music Appreciation of You Hongming", "The Person Who Loves Me and the Person I Love": Not scattered, who is obsessed too deeply

Crazy heartbreak, glass tore one crack after another, last year's scenery, but it is difficult to explain the state of mind at this moment, love and being loved, right or wrong, if it is the cause of planting, why is there no result for a long time? If there is already a result, why are you still standing still? What keeps you from moving, and what makes you choose to forget when you never forget! If one day, this is a dream, how good, but why does the dream hurt, not a dream, why not flee, and still be motionless?

Music Appreciation of You Hongming", "The Person Who Loves Me and the Person I Love": Not scattered, who is obsessed too deeply

The shadows are dotted, the petals are pieces, whose kisses are in the starry sky, all scattered in the wind and dust, but not scattered in the shadows, and who is obsessed too deeply?!

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