Chapter 1471 Ripples in the Heart Lake
Birth, old age, sickness and death are an eternal topic in life, and everyone knows this.
However, in real life, this is the most difficult and unsolvable issue. Even if you experience it again and again, you still cannot face it calmly.
They are like love, gathering and reuniting; but they are different from love, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and finally become issues that everyone cannot escape.
Inspiration not only stirred in Anson's mind, but also in Dustin's mind.
At this time, it was obvious that Dustin became slightly excited.
"Although we all know this, every time we face death, every time someone leaves in life, the feeling of powerlessness is the same. The feeling of experiencing once and experiencing ten times seems the same. Those pains and struggles have never changed."
"But the reality is that we need to say goodbye to our loved ones after all."
"It is not necessarily birth, old age, sickness and death. The so-called farewell and so-called separation have many forms."
"Love, family, and friendship. We once thought that some friends could stay with us until we were old and would never be separated; but at some point, we suddenly realized that our former best friends were gradually drifting away, without quarrel, without turning against each other, or even saying goodbye, we just..."
Anson took the words and whispered, "It's just that there's less contact."
"We embarked on completely different paths of life. Although we are still friends, we will never accompany each other through every ups and downs of life. Maybe we used to accompany each other through important years, but now we are strangers."
That's how life is.
When we were young, we always easily believe in "forever": hanging our hooks and hanging them for a hundred years.
Everything is simpler.
But one day I finally realized that "forever" seems to be just a fairy tale woven by people, bringing some false hope in the endless pain and despair of life. There is no eternal love, no eternal family and friendship, and no memories that will never disappear.
When I was young and frivolous, those things that I thought would never fade and never disappear were broken and disappeared in one turn.
Then, I grew up like this.
For example, Hayden Christensen.
Until now, Ansen still doesn't know why they never talk anymore. Despite speculation and inference, it has never been confirmed.
Is that considered hatred?
No, obviously not, it can't even be annoying or rejecting, it's just... it's over. Or, they embarked on a different path.
To outsiders, Anson and Hayden are both in Hollywood, where they look the size of a palm, and they don’t look down. How could they never meet again? But this is the reality. Although they live in the same city or even in the same circle, they have never seen each other again.
What is a bit surprising is that this is the norm in life.
This is a life, a long journey.
During this journey, we will meet many people, some are closer, some are more distant; some are longer and some are shorter; some are separated because of accidents but never meet again, some are angry because of quarrels and then scattered around the world, and some are just making different choices at the forks of the road.
At the end of the journey, we are still alone. We have to walk the road to the underworld by ourselves by closing our eyes.
Therefore, loneliness is the core of life.
Whether we are willing or not, we need to learn to accept, face it, and learn to live with it.
love? Indeed, this is a very important part, which is heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching, asking what love is in the world, and it is a lesson for people to agree with each other in life and death.
However, love is not everything. There is also family affection, friendship, and many other different emotional bonds, such as connections that are free from intimacy, a kind of admiration, respect and worship, and they are also an important part of countless emotions in life.
So, can we find eternity in these emotions?
Then.
Anson turned to the piano again, and his fingertips fell on the black and white keys again. This time, it was a little different, without roaring, shouting, and not releasing emotions. Anson just closed his eyes and hummed softly to the melody.
"Yeah yeah, yeah yeah..."
Like a lullaby.
Light and gentle, those mixed and deep emotions are quietly hidden under the wound; but the force of fingertips hitting the keys appears vigorous and powerful, and the strong and ostentatious emotions are all injected into the notes, rushing and burning wildly.
Finally, stop playing and let the resonance of the keys vibrate slightly in the air. The noisy and trivial sounds escape into nothingness, but some remaining vibrations are floating, conveying and surging.
bite.
Just hit one key, "The setting sun is like blood, and it escapes into the night..."
Hit another key, "You are not here, be with you..."
Just a note, it fell gently on the heart, "I'll take off my guard, you'll get out..."
But it exploded with overwhelming power, "I gradually got used to being the person I once loved..."
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Until the notes and melody disappeared, only Ansen sang quietly in a cappella, "I gradually got used to being the person I once loved."
There is obviously no accompaniment, it is just the simplest and simplest accompaniment. Endless loneliness and endless loneliness flow out between the lips and teeth.
Even if you are covered in scars and blood, you still stand up straight and keep moving forward, straighten your knees and take firm steps.
Notes, disappear.
Singing, stop.
The entire space escaped into peace, and all noise and chaos were calmed down, without storm or heartbreaking.
It was like a stone falling into the heart lake, and layers of ripples spread out.
No one broke this tranquility, but the tsunami in my mind could not stop.
The buzzing sound was surging and burning. The quieter it was, the more surging it was, the more intense it was. The heart that was beating wildly was almost bursting.
Dustin was anxious and controlled it again and again, but in the end he still couldn't control it, "Anson, is this all? This sounds like a chorus."
Mike swallowed, stretched his neck and looked at Anson, looking eagerly, as if someone who had been hungry for three days saw a steak.
Ansen simply turned around and said, "Yes, this is just a chorus. I just grabbed some inspiration and flashed by, and I think I should record it."
Some words and some scattered fragments can often become sparks of creation.
Dustin's eyes widened, so they just witnessed Anson's creative process on the spot, "How...How...What the hell is this...You mean, when you were performing, you accidentally got some inspiration and then recorded it temporarily?"
Anson nodded with a natural expression, "Yes, that's it."
Dustin wanted to say something, but he was choked by his saliva and coughed violently, looking particularly embarrassed.
Mike glanced at Dustin and tried to say a few words, but at this time he didn't care about taking care of Dustin, and hurriedly looked at Anson, "So this song has not been written yet? But that song has been written just now, right? What's the name of that song?"
(This chapter ends)