A 愁 愁 / lonely is standing in the window / I pretend to be in the door, you haven't walked / old, the old, the moon is more lonely / night awake candle fire to be guilty, I / a pot of drifting, the clouds Warm memories Thinking thin / water to the east flow time how to steal / flower open, a mature, I miss / who is playing with a song, the east wind break / years, it is seen in the wall, I still remember that we were still very young. / And today, the piano sounds / my waiting you have not heard / who is playing with a song, the east wind break / maple leaves, staining the story, the ancient road outside the fence, I take the year of you walking / crashed. Even the breakup is very quiet and quiet, wearing an earplugs, repeatedly listening to this "Dongfeng Broken", about ten times. The words of Fang Wenshan, the people who sang are R & B Kings, Jay Chou. A popular singer singing and singing, singing out such classical charm and rich songs, who can you want? "Dongfeng broken" seems to be an old word, the toned tone allocated, accompanied by the rhythm of the bamboo plate, and picked up a hi. How can I use a gravity? It seems that a lantern, orange light, 朦 朦, or Li Qingzhao "", wine, daughter red, wasting, 愁 更! The lantern does not see the old people, and the light alcohol is not disappeared, so he also became three-dimensional touched real one. Two: Let the story start with a light. There is a ballet in Wuzhen, a room, window, a man wearing a green shirt, a lantern on the window, the flames are jumping, the man's back is thin thin, and the wooden floor is dragged on the wooden floor. His shadow, long. He is familiar with him. The past is like the water in front of the water, and I can't catch it. Long sighing, after gotting to the door, waiting for her soft footsteps and breathing, as if she was close, he suddenly opened the door, only, full of moonlight. The moon is like a jade plate, which makes him lonely. Cold and clear, sadness is miserable. Ignite a white candle, there are many rooms in the house, and it is also warm. The candle is awake, shake it, as if it is comforting him. "You can't bear to be blaging me? But everything is my fault, my fault! I shouldn't ..." He said to himself, until you swallow, hit his head, pick up the wine pot, take a drink, Spicy heartache, spicy two lines of tears. Shake the room, fell into the ground floor, the bamboo stairs were gure. He also mentioned the kohole in his hand, on the bluestone road by the river, walked while drinking. The foot walks on a slippery moss, he is a. There is also a rainy rain on the blue stone, cold and ice, cold from the bottom plate. The road is long and the road is long. Only he and his shadow seeks up and down, the lack of the ends, only use the wine to warm the body. A bunch of memories, thinking about the thoughts, the clothes are grouped, and the belt is also getting wider. The water slides in the east, and the sound slipped through his heart. He stared that the river wanted to see the reflection of the past, repeatedly asked: "Water, how to steal, how come back to the past? You tell me, you tell me ..." The other side of the shore, I don't know how much one night? "The flower opened once, I, I missed ..." He shook his head without helpless, poured the wine pot, and took the last two drops of wine with his mouth. Dizzy, the sky is turning, the legs are soft, the steps are fluttering.
He is confused, is it still in the world? I am listening to who is playing a song "Dongfeng Broken", the sound he is familiar, it seems to be far away from here. The big string is like a rain, the sinusoid is cut like a private language; the gentleman is slightly smooth, and the sputum spring is difficult; the frozen spring is cold, and it is not easy to hate. At this time, there is no sound; the final collecting is a heart, and the stringed sound is like a cleavage. His heart will also split, the wine pot suddenly falls on the ground, and the powder is broken. Three: Finding the sound of 琵琶, is a lane, a long and lonely rain. Narrow, only the two people can be removed. The depths of the alley, there is a pavilion, and the sound came from there. He doesn't care about the road, speed up the steps, even tall, he is afraid of missed the people who play the piano. A girl in a lilac, sitting in the pavilion, the purple yarn made a dress, has been draded to the ground, showing a pink embroidered shoes. He is in the rain, the rain drops from the tip to the eyelashes, then drops to the corner, falling from the cheek, gathered to the lower tower, and then dissolve into the rain. The years are flakes on the wall behind, and he seems to see their childhood, play with her, playing outside the pavilion, she plays the bride, he is a groom. And now the sound of the piano is in a faint, she is the one of the soul. She stood up and slowly stood up, softly walked to him, crystal as a scorpion, slowly lifted, a wet hair sticked to the amount of white. The four eyes is depending on, everything is solidified. "I heard your piano, I heard. I, I am back." He whispered in her ear. He has a kind of impulse that supports her continuous tremor, can give up several times. At this time he can't afford your courage. "Yeah, my piano sound, you have heard. However, I have been waiting, you haven't heard." Her tone is colder than the rain. She took him with him and slowly walked towards the end of the rain. When he turned his head, she had disappeared. "Dongfeng break" is still lingering between the maple reached in the wall, the maple leaves stain the story, the red blood of the red like to drop. As soon as the end of the end, why bother ... she shot. He heard it, and her is broken. Ancient road outside the fence, they took hands and came out. Nowadays, the cranedia, people, people are not worth them. He is still silent in the rain, close the eyes, and tears. Four: No matter whether it should be, the story is over. I am very awake, I am not in Wuzhen, I am not in the rain. I heard Zhou Jielun with helpless and decadent drunken sounds, and there was a sound as his accompaniment, and there is a sand hammer and shelf drum, like her footsteps, getting closer, gradually. Far. He looked at me with grievances, I saw the lights behind him, the inn, the river, and the flowers and rain. I look at the tragedy, I can't do anything. When the song, I saw two erhu erudits, I saw him like A Bing, sitting in the stone bridge head, pulling two Hu, maybe two Shu Ying Yun, with the voice of crying, taking my heart pain. Five: This may be Jay's past life. Because, in addition to him, no one can perform this song so drunk. Zhang Xueyou sang a sulty and helplessness; Ji Hongming sang and sings no way to sing, drunken and decadent; Park Tree sang decadently, sing drunkenness and helplessness. The fascinating life, she clipping, there is too helpless, too much sigh, too much bumpy, too much, only letting a song "Dongfeng break".
