The lady stood up, took the microphone from the staff, and stomped her feet excitedly, which caused a kind of light laughter at the scene, "Alan, thank you, I love you!" Alan also gave Blowing a kiss in response, there was another commotion in the audience, "Hi Renly, I really liked your performance in 'Buried Alive', because of that movie, my boyfriend is finally afraid to put me Locked in the bathroom."
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A joke won the audience laughter. Renly couldn't help but smile.
The lady went on to say, "Actually, I'm in a bad mood today. I just buried my dog the day before yesterday." There was a voice of regret at the scene, "He accompanied me for ten years, during the period of my depression and anorexia. He is the only one who is by my side, without him..." said here, the lady's voice was choked, she covered her mouth, but her eyes were still full of tears, and the whole studio was filled with a sigh of relief. A touch of sadness.
"My condolences and change." Allen's expression also dimmed, and he said in a deep voice, "At any time, parting always makes people feel sad and painful. I hope you can get back on your feet. He definitely doesn't want you to fall into darkness again. What's his name?"
"Max." The lady's voice came out vaguely from the palm of her hand, and she wiped the tears from her cheeks, "I know that one day he will leave, but when this day comes, it is still difficult to accept Alan, your show is the only thing that keeps me going, and I thought, I can't stay in bed/in and keep hating myself, so I forced myself to be here."
"I'm glad you came." Ellen stood up, walked straight to the lady, gave her a warm hug, and whispered in her ear, "Everything will be fine. Trust me, everything will be fine. Get well."
Sitting on the sofa, Renly looked at the lady quietly.
In those eyes full of pain, he truly felt the plight and embarrassment of that soul. In the last life, he stayed in the hospital for a full ten years. For one-third of his life, he was confined to that square inch.
He knew that parting was a part of life, but it was the part that he would never learn. I made a new friend and died after only three months; I made a new friend again, and when I was seriously ill, I lay in the hospital bed/on the bed/vomited blood frantically, life was better than death... Once, again, even if I knew that parting was inevitable, But every parting is still unbearable.
He also knows that depression and anorexia are two simple terms, but they are deadly and lethal, and no one can lend a hand. This is not right, even though you know you have to make a change, there is still nothing you can do about it.
Words are so simple, so pale, they are not enough to support the weight of the soul.
"Ma'am, what's your name?" After Alan came back, Renly asked aloud, and his voice couldn't help but add a touch of heaviness.
"Rachel."
"Rachel," Renly repeated the name, his eyes earnest, "I can't imagine what time you're going through, and I don't know how I can help. But I hope, I hope you can Find a ray of light in that darkness and stick to it."
Rachel nodded lightly and bit her lower lip so hard that she couldn't make a sound.
Renly lowered his head and looked at the strings under his fingertips, which were silent and stiff in the refraction of the bright halo. It seemed that he could see the shimmering rays of light disappearing into the dark black strings, little by little. It was swallowed up, as if a black hole appeared on the ice sheet, absorbing all the light and all the temperature.
The cold and wild ice field, with rolling waves, was left alone, alone, with boundless white surging under his feet, extremely small, extremely lonely, and at a loss.
The fingertips are gently hooked, the strings vibrate gently, and the clear musical symbols bloom in the air, like fireworks in full bloom, which are blue.
Tick it again, and there is another musical symbol, which is red. Then, yellow, green, purple... One after another musical symbols are blooming proudly, the boundless ice field is full of colorful colors, but more and more brings out the vastness of the world. In the sky, the sea that cannot be penetrated, and the huge world, human beings are as insignificant as dust.
The chaotic musical symbols seem to be inseparable, and even a little boring, making people drowsy.
But the audience in the studio was not impatient. They watched Renly and the guitar quietly. This is the process of music creation. The artists have never really shown the process in front of them. Even Allen is a His face magically cast his gaze, full of enthusiasm and anticipation.
"In spring, we used to build boats together, use feathers and bones, set fire to our homes, and walk barefoot in the snow."
With a hoarse voice, Renly sang a cappella, without the accompaniment of the melody, and only relied on the interpretation of the voice, but the melodious singing was like the sound of the waves of the sea, which came from far and near, during the photography. The shed reverberated gently, tearing apart the ultimate tranquility, breaking the ultimate tranquility, like a snail, coming with the wind.
The poetic lyrics, under Renly's interpretation, have a kind of indifferent and casual chic, dancing lightly among the strings - Renly plucked the strings, just swept gently, like a bird's wings , gliding over the tip of the white spray, disturbing the airflow, bringing refreshing moisture, a little ocean, a little forest, a little sky.
"The rhythm of the drums came long and we drifted to the storm with us; the lion cub had lost his baby teeth and now swims in the ocean."
The magnificent scene sketched out in just a few words is jaw-dropping: amidst the gusty wind, rain, and stormy seas, a canoe headed toward the storm, the penetrating drum beats through the waves, firm and heroic; Among the trees and greenery, the young lion changed his teeth, got rid of the protection of his parents, rushed to the vast sea, and leaped in the waves with his vigorous posture.
In front of the storm, human beings are so insignificant; in front of the ocean, lions are so insignificant, but they did not flinch in the slightest. They bravely rushed into the unknown and embraced difficulties. The high-spirited drums and the bravery of roaring, in the cruelty of nature. In the middle, Yu Yu moved forward and opened up a world of his own.
Without any accompaniment, Renly sang completely acapella, and some were just the last strum of each lyric, but the graceful tune, the beautiful lyrics, and the tenacious emotion were conveyed between the lines, as if The dance steps of Ireland's "River Dance" are like the dance, with flowers blooming on the hard heart, sonorous and powerful.
Renly tapped the piano case lightly with his palm, hitting the rhythm in the most primitive and simple way.
The rhythm, slowly raising the head, seems to awaken everyone's heart, and begins to beat with the same rhythm. I saw that the slender fingers quickly plucked the strings, and the golden musical symbols released like a waterfall. From thin to full, the whole world was suddenly filled with that calm and cheerful melody—
In this way, the darkness gradually receded, and the light came again, revealing the original appearance of the world.
"Crazy thoughts pounding in the chest, a place to rest and rest; the bird leaves my tall friend and slams into the sand with your body."
When you close your eyes, you can clearly outline the brightened space in your mind, as if God is building a whole new world. People can't help but open their arms, slowly pad their feet, and raise their chin high, as if they can touch the trajectory of the wind, and their body becomes lighter.
A little higher, a little higher. With a slight force on the toes, the body flew away, and the hands turned into wings, soaring in the center of the world, surrounded by the breath of freedom, every pore on the whole body was opened, and I felt refreshing and casual. The air, the fingertips touched the trajectory of the light wind flow, like flowing water, gurgling and delicate.
"Thousands of stars in the sky have evolved into tiger eyes; looking down at my face, breaking free from the shackles of time and space."
The world is so big, the world is so wide, but human beings are so small.
Once upon a time, we thought we were abandoned by the world, we thought we were alone in the huge world, we thought the whole world was rejecting us, every day we lived was like purgatory, and every moment we breathed was like torture.
But in the midst of the wild nature, I found that even in loneliness, even in hell, even in suffering, life is still so beautiful. Feel the thrill of the wind blowing through your arms and embrace... Freedom.
The moving melody is like a trickle, but it is like a surging river. It is constantly sharpened and collided in Renly's vicissitudes of life. The romantic beauty in the scars makes the smile shine brightly in the tears.
"So, hold on..." The melody under the fingertips stopped again, and the corners of Renly's mouth drew a smile, gentle and firm, like the sand that had been tempered in the sea, indomitably maintaining his edge, Rampage, don't give up even if your head is broken, don't regret even if you are alone. And then... the melody rang out, all the emotions poured out heartily,
"Stick to your pure self, stick to your own heart."
Magnificent, magnificent, fresh and pleasant, thrilling. The sentence "persistence" is extremely simple and simple, but it bursts with brilliance. Renly hugged the guitar like this, shook his body gently, and sang loudly, "la-la, la, la la la... ' hummed gritty, impassioned emotion in that monotonous to tedious onomatopoeia.
Like flowers blooming on a cliff.
Note: Your Bones (Your-Bones—Of-Monsters-And-Men)