I know that you only leave this point sound / but this is already fascinated by me / I love you slow, tender, cold, angels, the average sound / in the room without moonlight, dance with your voice, / I Say I love this darkness, / even though this makes me feel a little panic. --------- Rem I want to say for this famous master, the world and life is likely to be a long wind and floating moonlight, in her lazy, unhappy singing, in more than ten years In the unique works, I clearly know that she has insights everything, and there is no more concern. Of course, I also see three albums and three albums in three years in ten years. Mazzy Star is only one thing in the end, watching dreams and singing dreams, dark, like night, blur like eye, slowly flowing with water-like tenderness. Even when Hope leaves, it is as such as her music, quietly written, and it is precise, it is getting farther and farther, illusion is a mysterious eternal swan constellation. When love is no longer, I hope it is also far away, and I can only be lost and indulge. She got on the heavens, good people should go to heaven. Hope's voice is like unused from the treetop, leaking into the moonlight of the curtain, gently swaying, tempting every sensitive and lonely heart. When the city is getting worse, the crowd is getting more and more indifferent, when there is no more trust between the most handsome friends, when the sincerity is crushed, the powder is broken, and it is ash, and the smoke is flying. Between crying and laughing, between sleep and wake, between escape and stay, between the hustle and stun, between the enthusiasm and the ex!, Let me remove the false false , No longer adhere to the principle, take into account the interests, like a child, in such a night, drink a moonlight, listen to the people in the world, the nobleness of an angel.
PS: "SO Tonight That I Might See", Well, but I don't like sad!
