Chapter 1467 Ups and downs
"I look forward to saving all precious time..." (Note 1)
Deep, magnetic, faint sadness and bitterness, like afternoon coffee and cigarettes, slowly spreading on the tip of the tongue, dragging my heart slowly falling.
"I am dull and miss us in the past..."
Memories are like a tide, slowly seeping out of the cold and turbulent piano keys, quietly immersing the soles of the shoe, but not having time to react-
ankle. Calf. knee.
The layers of memory fragments that were surging in the air had already submerged myself, and before I could even escape, I was already in a deep mud foot.
"It's too late to know the truth, and it's up to fate, and the smoke disappears..." Gently rise and fall slowly, "Tell me, whether you are willing to change your mind, I need someone to expose my arms..." Gently tear apart and then slowly fall, "Oh, tell me, whether you are willing to change your mind."
The ups and downs are ups and downs, and the pronunciation is ups and downs between the notes, and the bitterness is smug and roaring inadvertently leaking a little hoarseness, sad but not hurting. The keys seem to be colliding with the singing, and the tearing in the clang leaks a little bloody, and the indescribable mistakes roar on the eardrums.
However, when I raised my head, I saw the gentle rise of Anson's mouth, with a little sigh and mockery; the eyelashes that looked like coral thorns sprinkled a shadow, covering up the light in my eyes, and the indescribable loss and helplessness seemed to appear in the sound of the ebb and flowing waves.
The next second, the melody goes up, the main song cuts into the chorus, and the keys are gently and surgingly venting down.
"But no matter what, hold me tightly when you wait (Hold-Me-While-You-Wait)..."
Sharply, Mike turned to look at Dustin, this—
Are you sure you are not hinting at them?
On the surface, this is a love song, and the lover is hesitating whether he should break up, but he doesn't want to, and he tries his best to try to keep the other person.
However, the lover was not convinced, hesitating, struggling and wandering.
So he said, wait, wait, wait, and while thinking about the answer, he hugged me tightly and allowed me to absorb some warmth.
It chews and savors carefully, but it is more like a song that depicts the mood of Warner Records.
If they hadn't believed it, even Dustin himself wouldn't have expected that he would hug Anson hard, and twice, they almost thought that Anson's lyrics were completely referring to them.
For a moment, Mike and Dustin were both stunned and looked at Anson in a daze. The thoughts that had been involved in the storm were completely disarmed.
"I hope I am perfect. If only I can awaken you, my lover, my lover, can you wait for a while?"
Gently, click until there is no high notes, no roar, no release, but feel the continuous and depressing emotions behind the light interpretation.
Repress, suppress again.
Control, control again.
It almost overflows.
"This is you, this is me, this is what we need. Even if the beliefs are shaken, I still believe it."
Gently and slowly, the piano sound almost disappeared, but the light notes became more and more turbulent. The feeling was like a bathtub filled with water. Unplugged the plug, the water began to release, faster and faster, and a whirlpool was formed in the sewer position, like a tornado.
The water flow is getting less and less, and the air flow is weakening, but the tornado is getting faster and faster, and you can even hear the gurgling sound.
Slow, but fast.
Quiet, but surging.
That's right in front of me. Ansen's singing slowed down, but his fingertips jumped on the black and white keys became shorter and more frequent.
Involuntarily, the heart was beating faster and faster as the two forces were pulled.
"This is you, this is me, this is what we need, so why don't you stay..."
A little bit of struggle, gently stretching and then stretching in the ending sound is not just an emotion, but you can feel the pulling and entanglement of miscellaneous emotions.
There is no extra accompaniment, just relying on the piano, the clear and pure piano reflects every detail in the mood transparently and clearly. In an instant, cut off your breathing.
Neither Mike nor Dustin realized this, just stared at her eyes wide and breathlessly.
The next second, the fingertips hit the black and white piano keys, and the melody of the notes vented down in a storm, and the whole space was roaring.
Shocking.
Take a deep breath.
"Hold me tight while you wait."
earnestly, struggle, begging, and even asking for help.
"I hope I am perfect. If only I can awaken you, my lover, my lover, can you wait for a while?"
"I hope you can care more, I hope you can tell me earlier, my lover, my lover, my lover, can you wait for a while..."
Thumb, the keys sound, completely discharge floods.
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In the elongated tail sound, the emotions that have been suppressed and suppressed finally exploded in full swing. It seemed that you could feel the vomiting deep in your soul, and vent yourself without reservation, those fragility and timidity, those struggles and pains, and those carefully hidden wounds.
"Wait for a while..."
Climb, climb, climb again, after one octave, emotions are fully released in the sound and keys, but they are still rising, the second octave.
Then, the third octave.
Anson sat in front of the piano, his hands resting on the black and white keys. Even though the melody had long since disappeared, his singing continued to tear apart.
The surging and surging, the emotions hidden in the soul for a long time were all surging again.
So sad.
However, I couldn't cry. The sadness and pain reached the extreme. The wound was numb and there was nothingness. I sat quietly in the place, feeling the dullness and depression of the heart curled up into a ball. Even if I opened my mouth wide, I couldn't breathe any oxygen.
The tide of notes had already flooded the knees and continued to rise quietly, flooding the waist and chest. When I realized it, it was too late. The neck, mouth, and head were flooded in lightning, and then I hid into the boundless blue.
In melancholy and sorrow, fall into despair.
The wounds hidden quietly in the depths of memory bloom into a flower.
After three high notes, I took a deep breath, and the emotions hanging high in the air did not land. Although they were gentler and fell a little, the emotions hidden behind the melody were more mellow and deeper. I hummed again, "Wait for a while..."
Long, profound, echoing.
Ansen's voice seems to have its own story, and those mixed tastes and rich experiences are quietly narrated between the black and white keys, laying out a picture.
"My lover, my lover, my lover..." Ups and downs, and the cycles were turning, and the power of emotions could still be felt in the repeated lyrics, like a heavy punch, falling hard on the heart.
Then, it fell like this and sank.
In the boundless blue, in the unfathomable sea water.
In my ears, only Anson's bitter voice was singing, "Wait for a while..."
Little by little, little by little, gradually drifting away, until the end, completely disappearing, but evolved into a melody hovering over the soul, constantly echoing.
Note 1: Hold-Me-While-You-Wait—Lewis-Capaldi）
(This chapter ends)