今天听过最冷的话
我在slsk聊天室里推荐Esmerine
老六回答
“说到提琴, 肾上腺狂喷.”
该前辈最近一直在推广uaral的音乐, 有成为油条运动之父的趋势
作为支持..我也在radio.blog上放了一首the writing and the cry.
从静默 到爆发
不过是一点分裂,
其实他们的音乐也不是那么难接受
Feelings are the shelter of our essence. When my eyelids fall, I enter deep inside of myself, this is the place where I will find the precious solitude and calm that sometimes run away because of my cry… then I can see clearly with eyes of my soul. I am getting old, trying to calm down the brutal anger for relief, that tortures me everyday. And then, when I open my eyes, surrendered by the light, my book dressed up with mourning and teaches me to write with perfect words about the pain….
