Chapter 880: 880
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Gradually, gradually, the melody came to a halt, and the curls of singing floated in the air, leaving a faint sorrow and faint joy, gentle as the sun at four o’clock in the afternoon, light and soft.
The turbulent emotions slowly calmed down; the bitterness surged on the tip of the tongue, and the reality of reality swept through, and it was clear and real like never before, and he finally felt the pain of the wound. I was numb for too long, ignored for too long, and now it finally broke out. The pain of loss was too turbulent and too real, bloody, and couldn't bear to look straight.
But now I finally found out. The wound can begin to heal.
Opened his eyes again, his blurred vision gradually became clear, and then Lan Li saw Old Frank who was close at hand, his vicissitudes and rough face, covered with wind and frost, he was sitting in the empty seat next to him, and Lan Li was separated by a position, holding a beer glass in his hand, pouring it in mouthfuls.
As if he had noticed Lan Li's gaze, Old Frank turned his head and looked at the embarrassed face. He didn't ask, nor was he curious. He just glanced at it carelessly, then retracted his gaze and said coarsely, " Would you like a beer?"
"Okay." Lan Li replied.
Picked up the beer and took a swig. The sourness overflowed, Lan Li couldn't help but laughed, laughing greatly, "Damn it, this beer is terrible."
Old Frank laughed sullenly, and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it's **** awful." But when he finished speaking, he held up the wine glass, drank his head up, and sighed heavily, "God, It's so terrible that people want to commit suicide."
"So, is this the same thing as absinthe?" Lanly joked. The young bartender standing at the bar didn't understand, but the old Frank laughed happily, repeatedly saying yes.
Poets always like this. They like the burning of absinthe, but they hate the astringent taste of absinthe. Every time they create, they will always experience another torment, pain and happiness.
Reality lingers at the fingertips, turbulent in the chest, and settles in the mind; unprecedented, down-to-earth, Lan Li feels the truth. Heather passed away, leaving behind her unfulfilled dream, leaving the world forever.
Not only the dream of participating in "American Idol", but also the dream of becoming a singer, standing on stage, interpreting oneself with music, and changing the world with music.
The album "Don Quixote" bears the dreams of George Slander and Stanley Chalson, as well as the dream of Heather Cross; now, Lanly will bear the dream of Heather. At the same time, it is also his dream as an artist to move on. He is an actor and a singer.
At the Grammy Awards ceremony, when receiving the annual album trophy, Lan Li clearly felt this; but today it has gone further, unprecedentedly certain, and unprecedentedly profound.
Of course, he is not destined to be a qualified singer.
He doesn’t write songs regularly, he doesn’t make albums regularly, he doesn’t hold concerts regularly, and he doesn’t even perform for Grammys, for the market, or for publicity; he is an actor, performing On the road, he still has countless goals to achieve and countless challenges to try. He still aspires to become a top actor.
However, maybe after "Don Quixote", there may be a second album. Although Lan Li has not seen any shadows yet, and there is no guarantee when it will come out. If the time is right, he will take the initiative to open his arms and embrace the second album enthusiastically.
To live again, he didn't want to or leave any regrets: "I won't miss it again."
Like now.
Turning his head, Lan Li's eyes fell on the old Frank next to him, and he smiled and said, "Hey, can you lend me your guitar? Or, do you want to join together?"
Old Frank looked at Lan Li in a daze.
He doesn't know Lan Li, and he cannot be blamed. For one thing, there is no picture of Lan Li on the "Don Quixote" album. Even if it is the inside page of the physical album, there is only one; second, " "Don Quixote" has never carried out any form of publicity. For those senior music lovers who never care about gossip news, they have no way of understanding; thirdly, they like the album music itself, not the singer.
However, Old Frank still smiled, "You also like music? Welcome, of course welcome." Old Frank drank a swig of beer, greeted him, and took Lan Li onto the stage, "If you need anything, use it as much as you want. What musical instrument do you usually use?"
"Piano and guitar." Lan Li followed closely.
The platform in front of you is not so much a stage as it is an open space. It is just a small area with high stools, musical instruments and a garden, which becomes the stage; even the simple and generous of the pioneer village The fully equipped stage is much more complete than here.
"Pop?" Old Frank said with interest, and when he mentioned music, his eyes burst into light, guessing at the type of music that Lan Li is best at.
Lan Li chuckled lightly, "It's just enjoying the music." There was no direct answer.
Old Frank didn’t mind, and nodded, “Of course, of course. Enjoying music is the most essential and important thing.” Then, Old Frank handed the guitar to Lan Li and said enthusiastically, “I’ve already tuned it just now. The strings are on, but my fingers are heavier and the strings are clasped tightly. You can see how you feel."
Lan Li had no courtesy, sat on a high stool, took over the guitar, briefly sketched the strings, and skillfully began to adjust, "Excuse me, would you like to play with me? If you don't mind, you can Give me a little drum? Or, it’s not very polite?"
"No, no." Old Frank waved his hand repeatedly, "What are you going to play? My drum technique is so bad, I can only give you some basic drum beats."
Lan Li smiled happily, "No, the basic drumbeat is enough." After saying that, Lan Li seriously recalled for a moment, the melody in his mind was flowing slowly, but it was exciting/emotional, in line with the inspiration. He began to high-five, tapping the rhythm.
Old Frank, who sat down behind the drum set, followed Lan Li's beat and tentatively began to beat the drumhead.
Lan Li nodded and affirmed, "The power is a little heavier, yes; then when you cut into the chorus, you switch to this beat." The two people communicated back and forth, a little strange, some stumbled, but happy. Fusion, immersed in the world of music, full of grace and comfort.
The drum beats restrainedly and steadily, Lan Li bowed his head and outlined the guitar strings. The sound of the ding-dong strings was like the sound of melting ice and snow, full of vigor and vitality, passing through the bleakness and cold of winter. , Towards the warmth and brightness of spring.
The clear and translucent melody is like the first morning sun in the morning, tearing through the heavy night, passing through the layers of mist, falling on the slender fingertips, refracting the thick eyelashes, falling sparsely and brightly; the faint warmth is in Blowing on his cheeks, filled with a dry breath, unconsciously, the corners of his mouth quietly rose.
"May you take a brave leap and be fearless; may build a high wall when the water rises; may call your name when the crowds cheer; may others flee in despair, and you will face it calmly.
The mellow and warm voice of Lan Li walks through the bright musical notes, weaving beautiful and moving poems, moving and firm from the depths of the soul, step by step, so solid, so affirmative, so persistent, resolute Forward. The simple guitar chords and the bright drum beats flew staggered, drawing out the high spirits and bright hope behind the melody little by little.
Old Frank couldn't help but raised his head, looking at the back of the young man in front of him with surprise and sorrow.
This is a song that has never been heard before. Between the simple chords, there is a burst of determined energy; between the moving lyrics, there is a decisive perseverance, in the clean and translucent voice. The complex is simple, but the simple controls the complex. Inadvertently, shocked and moved, and the soft heart trembled slightly.
"May you fall in love, but be bruised and bruised. Only through the vicissitudes of life can you fully realize; May you avoid suffering, but remember the taste of pain; May when the time comes, you can shout: I give everything, I have no regrets!"
"I-Did-It-All" is just such a simple and straightforward word, but it has exhausted all the ups and downs and vicissitudes of life, as well as all the joy and satisfaction in life. .
This is the motto dedicated to Heather Cross, this is also the voice of Don Quixote, and this is the cry from the depths of the soul of every dreamer.
They are brave and strong, they are persistent and calm, they are scarred and invincible, their moths fight the fire but they shine, they are a group of stupid and extreme lone travelers, but at the end of life, they release all their energy, proud and satisfied. The ground shouted:
I have done everything, and I have no regrets.
"I cherish every minute and every second that this world can give me. I have read all the mountains and rivers, and I have overcome all obstacles along the way. Even if my body is broken, I swear that I will not lose my life (I-Swear-I-Lived)!"
In the passionate melody, Lanly’s singing spreads its wings and soars into the sky. The trembling in the depths of the soul is shivering, singing, cheering, dancing, and enjoyment: even if my body is broken, I swear that I will not waste my life.
This is his life~www.novelhall.com~ This is his dream, this is his path, and this is his persistence.
Along the way, stumbling, thorns and thorns everywhere; along the way, painstakingly and devastated all the way; along the way, struggling and difficult. However, he has never regretted it, he will not regret it. Even if he was covered in cuts and bruises, even if he was covered with thorns, even if he was broken to pieces, even if he was kneeling on his knees, he would have to reach the end. He will not give up, let alone shrink back, because this is his belief and his existence.
As Renly Hall, he has lived. He really existed. It's not just doing nothing, it's not trying to make a living, it's not being intimidated, it's not being let alone, it's not being deceived, it's about living a life, chasing one's own dream, and blooming one's own light in one's own way. This is his life, and he will not leave any regrets.
In this life, in this life, at the end of life, even if his body is broken, he swears that this life will never be in vain!
I swear.
Note: Not in vain (I-Lived——One-Republic) 8)
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Gradually, gradually, the melody came to a halt, and the curls of singing floated in the air, leaving a faint sorrow and faint joy, gentle as the sun at four o’clock in the afternoon, light and soft.
The turbulent emotions slowly calmed down; the bitterness surged on the tip of the tongue, and the reality of reality swept through, and it was clear and real like never before, and he finally felt the pain of the wound. I was numb for too long, ignored for too long, and now it finally broke out. The pain of loss was too turbulent and too real, bloody, and couldn't bear to look straight.
But now I finally found out. The wound can begin to heal.
Opened his eyes again, his blurred vision gradually became clear, and then Lan Li saw Old Frank who was close at hand, his vicissitudes and rough face, covered with wind and frost, he was sitting in the empty seat next to him, and Lan Li was separated by a position, holding a beer glass in his hand, pouring it in mouthfuls.
As if he had noticed Lan Li's gaze, Old Frank turned his head and looked at the embarrassed face. He didn't ask, nor was he curious. He just glanced at it carelessly, then retracted his gaze and said coarsely, " Would you like a beer?"
"Okay." Lan Li replied.
Picked up the beer and took a swig. The sourness overflowed, Lan Li couldn't help but laughed, laughing greatly, "Damn it, this beer is terrible."
Old Frank laughed sullenly, and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it's **** awful." But when he finished speaking, he held up the wine glass, drank his head up, and sighed heavily, "God, It's so terrible that people want to commit suicide."
"So, is this the same thing as absinthe?" Lanly joked. The young bartender standing at the bar didn't understand, but the old Frank laughed happily, repeatedly saying yes.
Poets always like this. They like the burning of absinthe, but they hate the astringent taste of absinthe. Every time they create, they will always experience another torment, pain and happiness.
Reality lingers at the fingertips, turbulent in the chest, and settles in the mind; unprecedented, down-to-earth, Lan Li feels the truth. Heather passed away, leaving behind her unfulfilled dream, leaving the world forever.
Not only the dream of participating in "American Idol", but also the dream of becoming a singer, standing on stage, interpreting oneself with music, and changing the world with music.
The album "Don Quixote" bears the dreams of George Slander and Stanley Chalson, as well as the dream of Heather Cross; now, Lanly will bear the dream of Heather. At the same time, it is also his dream as an artist to move on. He is an actor and a singer.
At the Grammy Awards ceremony, when receiving the annual album trophy, Lan Li clearly felt this; but today it has gone further, unprecedentedly certain, and unprecedentedly profound.
Of course, he is not destined to be a qualified singer.
He doesn’t write songs regularly, he doesn’t make albums regularly, he doesn’t hold concerts regularly, and he doesn’t even perform for Grammys, for the market, or for publicity; he is an actor, performing On the road, he still has countless goals to achieve and countless challenges to try. He still aspires to become a top actor.
However, maybe after "Don Quixote", there may be a second album. Although Lan Li has not seen any shadows yet, and there is no guarantee when it will come out. If the time is right, he will take the initiative to open his arms and embrace the second album enthusiastically.
To live again, he didn't want to or leave any regrets: "I won't miss it again."
Like now.
Turning his head, Lan Li's eyes fell on the old Frank next to him, and he smiled and said, "Hey, can you lend me your guitar? Or, do you want to join together?"
Old Frank looked at Lan Li in a daze.
He doesn't know Lan Li, and he cannot be blamed. For one thing, there is no picture of Lan Li on the "Don Quixote" album. Even if it is the inside page of the physical album, there is only one; second, " "Don Quixote" has never carried out any form of publicity. For those senior music lovers who never care about gossip news, they have no way of understanding; thirdly, they like the album music itself, not the singer.
However, Old Frank still smiled, "You also like music? Welcome, of course welcome." Old Frank drank a swig of beer, greeted him, and took Lan Li onto the stage, "If you need anything, use it as much as you want. What musical instrument do you usually use?"
"Piano and guitar." Lan Li followed closely.
The platform in front of you is not so much a stage as it is an open space. It is just a small area with high stools, musical instruments and a garden, which becomes the stage; even the simple and generous of the pioneer village The fully equipped stage is much more complete than here.
"Pop?" Old Frank said with interest, and when he mentioned music, his eyes burst into light, guessing at the type of music that Lan Li is best at.
Lan Li chuckled lightly, "It's just enjoying the music." There was no direct answer.
Old Frank didn’t mind, and nodded, “Of course, of course. Enjoying music is the most essential and important thing.” Then, Old Frank handed the guitar to Lan Li and said enthusiastically, “I’ve already tuned it just now. The strings are on, but my fingers are heavier and the strings are clasped tightly. You can see how you feel."
Lan Li had no courtesy, sat on a high stool, took over the guitar, briefly sketched the strings, and skillfully began to adjust, "Excuse me, would you like to play with me? If you don't mind, you can Give me a little drum? Or, it’s not very polite?"
"No, no." Old Frank waved his hand repeatedly, "What are you going to play? My drum technique is so bad, I can only give you some basic drum beats."
Lan Li smiled happily, "No, the basic drumbeat is enough." After saying that, Lan Li seriously recalled for a moment, the melody in his mind was flowing slowly, but it was exciting/emotional, in line with the inspiration. He began to high-five, tapping the rhythm.
Old Frank, who sat down behind the drum set, followed Lan Li's beat and tentatively began to beat the drumhead.
Lan Li nodded and affirmed, "The power is a little heavier, yes; then when you cut into the chorus, you switch to this beat." The two people communicated back and forth, a little strange, some stumbled, but happy. Fusion, immersed in the world of music, full of grace and comfort.
The drum beats restrainedly and steadily, Lan Li bowed his head and outlined the guitar strings. The sound of the ding-dong strings was like the sound of melting ice and snow, full of vigor and vitality, passing through the bleakness and cold of winter. , Towards the warmth and brightness of spring.
The clear and translucent melody is like the first morning sun in the morning, tearing through the heavy night, passing through the layers of mist, falling on the slender fingertips, refracting the thick eyelashes, falling sparsely and brightly; the faint warmth is in Blowing on his cheeks, filled with a dry breath, unconsciously, the corners of his mouth quietly rose.
"May you take a brave leap and be fearless; may build a high wall when the water rises; may call your name when the crowds cheer; may others flee in despair, and you will face it calmly.
The mellow and warm voice of Lan Li walks through the bright musical notes, weaving beautiful and moving poems, moving and firm from the depths of the soul, step by step, so solid, so affirmative, so persistent, resolute Forward. The simple guitar chords and the bright drum beats flew staggered, drawing out the high spirits and bright hope behind the melody little by little.
Old Frank couldn't help but raised his head, looking at the back of the young man in front of him with surprise and sorrow.
This is a song that has never been heard before. Between the simple chords, there is a burst of determined energy; between the moving lyrics, there is a decisive perseverance, in the clean and translucent voice. The complex is simple, but the simple controls the complex. Inadvertently, shocked and moved, and the soft heart trembled slightly.
"May you fall in love, but be bruised and bruised. Only through the vicissitudes of life can you fully realize; May you avoid suffering, but remember the taste of pain; May when the time comes, you can shout: I give everything, I have no regrets!"
"I-Did-It-All" is just such a simple and straightforward word, but it has exhausted all the ups and downs and vicissitudes of life, as well as all the joy and satisfaction in life. .
This is the motto dedicated to Heather Cross, this is also the voice of Don Quixote, and this is the cry from the depths of the soul of every dreamer.
They are brave and strong, they are persistent and calm, they are scarred and invincible, their moths fight the fire but they shine, they are a group of stupid and extreme lone travelers, but at the end of life, they release all their energy, proud and satisfied. The ground shouted:
I have done everything, and I have no regrets.
"I cherish every minute and every second that this world can give me. I have read all the mountains and rivers, and I have overcome all obstacles along the way. Even if my body is broken, I swear that I will not lose my life (I-Swear-I-Lived)!"
In the passionate melody, Lanly’s singing spreads its wings and soars into the sky. The trembling in the depths of the soul is shivering, singing, cheering, dancing, and enjoyment: even if my body is broken, I swear that I will not waste my life.
This is his life~www.novelhall.com~ This is his dream, this is his path, and this is his persistence.
Along the way, stumbling, thorns and thorns everywhere; along the way, painstakingly and devastated all the way; along the way, struggling and difficult. However, he has never regretted it, he will not regret it. Even if he was covered in cuts and bruises, even if he was covered with thorns, even if he was broken to pieces, even if he was kneeling on his knees, he would have to reach the end. He will not give up, let alone shrink back, because this is his belief and his existence.
As Renly Hall, he has lived. He really existed. It's not just doing nothing, it's not trying to make a living, it's not being intimidated, it's not being let alone, it's not being deceived, it's about living a life, chasing one's own dream, and blooming one's own light in one's own way. This is his life, and he will not leave any regrets.
In this life, in this life, at the end of life, even if his body is broken, he swears that this life will never be in vain!
I swear.
Note: Not in vain (I-Lived——One-Republic) 8)
Gradually, gradually, the melody came to a halt, and the curls of singing floated in the air, leaving a faint sorrow and faint joy, gentle as the sun at four o'clock in the afternoon, light and soft.The turbulent emotions slowly calmed down; the bitterness surged on the tip of the tongue, and the reality of reality swept through, and it was clear and real like never before, and he finally felt the pain of the wound. I was numb for too long, ignored for too long, and now it finally broke out. The pain of loss was too turbulent and too real, bloody, and couldn't bear to look straight.But now I finally found out. The wound can begin to heal.Opened his eyes again, his blurred vision gradually became clear, and then Lan Li saw Old Frank who was close at hand, his vicissitudes and rough face, covered with wind and frost, he was sitting in the empty seat next to him, and Lan Li was separated by a position, holding a beer glass in his hand, pouring it in mouthfuls.As if he had noticed Lan Li's gaze, Old Frank turned his head and looked at the embarrassed face. He didn't ask, nor was he curious. He just glanced at it carelessly, then retracted his gaze and said coarsely, " Would you like a beer?""Okay." Lan Li replied.Picked up the beer and took a swig. The sourness overflowed, Lan Li couldn't help but laughed, laughing greatly, "Damn it, this beer is terrible."Old Frank laughed sullenly, and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it's **** awful." But when he finished speaking, he held up the wine glass, drank his head up, and sighed heavily, "God, It's so terrible that people want to commit suicide.""So, is this the same thing as absinthe?" Lanly joked. The young bartender standing at the bar didn't understand, but the old Frank laughed happily, repeatedly saying yes.Poets always like this. They like the burning of absinthe, but they hate the astringent taste of absinthe. Every time they create, they will always experience another torment, pain and happiness.Reality lingers at the fingertips, turbulent in the chest, and settles in the mind; unprecedented, down-to-earth, Lan Li feels the truth. Heather passed away, leaving behind her unfulfilled dream, leaving the world forever.Not only the dream of participating in "American Idol", but also the dream of becoming a singer, standing on stage, interpreting oneself with music, and changing the world with music.The album "Don Quixote" bears the dreams of George Slander and Stanley Chalson, as well as the dream of Heather Cross; now, Lanly will bear the dream of Heather. At the same time, it is also his dream as an artist to move on. He is an actor and a singer.At the Grammy Awards ceremony, when receiving the annual album trophy, Lan Li clearly felt this; but today it has gone further, unprecedentedly certain, and unprecedentedly profound.Of course, he is not destined to be a qualified singer.He doesn't write songs regularly, he doesn't make albums regularly, he doesn't hold concerts regularly, and he doesn't even perform for Grammys, for the market, or for publicity; he is an actor, performing On the road, he still has countless goals to achieve and countless challenges to try. He still aspires to become a top actor.However, maybe after "Don Quixote", there may be a second album. Although Lan Li has not seen any shadows yet, and there is no guarantee when it will come out. If the time is right, he will take the initiative to open his arms and embrace the second album enthusiastically.To live again, he didn't want to or leave any regrets: "I won't miss it again."Like now.Turning his head, Lan Li's eyes fell on the old Frank next to him, and he smiled and said, "Hey, can you lend me your guitar? Or, do you want to join together?"Old Frank looked at Lan Li in a daze.He doesn't know Lan Li, and he cannot be blamed. For one thing, there is no picture of Lan Li on the "Don Quixote" album. Even if it is the inside page of the physical album, there is only one; second, " "Don Quixote" has never carried out any form of publicity. For those senior music lovers who never care about gossip news, they have no way of understanding; thirdly, they like the album music itself, not the singer.However, Old Frank still smiled, "You also like music? Welcome, of course welcome." Old Frank drank a swig of beer, greeted him, and took Lan Li onto the stage, "If you need anything, use it as much as you want. What musical instrument do you usually use?""Piano and guitar." Lan Li followed closely.The platform in front of you is not so much a stage as it is an open space. It is just a small area with high stools, musical instruments and a garden, which becomes the stage; even the simple and generous of the pioneer village The fully equipped stage is much more complete than here."Pop?" Old Frank said with interest, and when he mentioned music, his eyes burst into light, guessing at the type of music that Lan Li is best at.Lan Li chuckled lightly, "It's just enjoying the music." There was no direct answer.Old Frank didn't mind, and nodded, Of course, of course. Enjoying music is the most essential and important thing. Then, Old Frank handed the guitar to Lan Li and said enthusiastically, I've already tuned it just now. The strings are on, but my fingers are heavier and the strings are clasped tightly. You can see how you feel."Lan Li had no courtesy, sat on a high stool, took over the guitar, briefly sketched the strings, and skillfully began to adjust, "Excuse me, would you like to play with me? If you don't mind, you can Give me a little drum? Or, it's not very polite?""No, no." Old Frank waved his hand repeatedly, "What are you going to play? My drum technique is so bad, I can only give you some basic drum beats."Lan Li smiled happily, "No, the basic drumbeat is enough." After saying that, Lan Li seriously recalled for a moment, the melody in his mind was flowing slowly, but it was exciting/emotional, in line with the inspiration. He began to high-five, tapping the rhythm.Old Frank, who sat down behind the drum set, followed Lan Li's beat and tentatively began to beat the drumhead.Lan Li nodded and affirmed, "The power is a little heavier, yes; then when you cut into the chorus, you switch to this beat." The two people communicated back and forth, a little strange, some stumbled, but happy. Fusion, immersed in the world of music, full of grace and comfort.The drum beats restrainedly and steadily, Lan Li bowed his head and outlined the guitar strings. The sound of the ding-dong strings was like the sound of melting ice and snow, full of vigor and vitality, passing through the bleakness and cold of winter. , Towards the warmth and brightness of spring.The clear and translucent melody is like the first morning sun in the morning, tearing through the heavy night, passing through the layers of mist, falling on the slender fingertips, refracting the thick eyelashes, falling sparsely and brightly; the faint warmth is in Blowing on his cheeks, filled with a dry breath, unconsciously, the corners of his mouth quietly rose."May you take a brave leap and be fearless; may build a high wall when the water rises; may call your name when the crowds cheer; may others flee in despair, and you will face it calmly.The mellow and warm voice of Lan Li walks through the bright musical notes, weaving beautiful and moving poems, moving and firm from the depths of the soul, step by step, so solid, so affirmative, so persistent, resolute Forward. The simple guitar chords and the bright drum beats flew staggered, drawing out the high spirits and bright hope behind the melody little by little.Old Frank couldn't help but raised his head, looking at the back of the young man in front of him with surprise and sorrow.This is a song that has never been heard before. Between the simple chords, there is a burst of determined energy; between the moving lyrics, there is a decisive perseverance, in the clean and translucent voice. The complex is simple, but the simple controls the complex. Inadvertently, shocked and moved, and the soft heart trembled slightly."May you fall in love, but be bruised and bruised. Only through the vicissitudes of life can you fully realize; May you avoid suffering, but remember the taste of pain; May when the time comes, you can shout: I give everything, I have no regrets!""I-Did-It-All" is just such a simple and straightforward word, but it has exhausted all the ups and downs and vicissitudes of life, as well as all the joy and satisfaction in life. .This is the motto dedicated to Heather Cross, this is also the voice of Don Quixote, and this is the cry from the depths of the soul of every dreamer.They are brave and strong, they are persistent and calm, they are scarred and invincible, their moths fight the fire but they shine, they are a group of stupid and extreme lone travelers, but at the end of life, they release all their energy, proud and satisfied. The ground shouted:I have done everything, and I have no regrets."I cherish every minute and every second that this world can give me. I have read all the mountains and rivers, and I have overcome all obstacles along the way. Even if my body is broken, I swear that I will not lose my life I-Swear-I-Lived!"In the passionate melody, Lanly's singing spreads its wings and soars into the sky. The trembling in the depths of the soul is shivering, singing, cheering, dancing, and enjoyment: even if my body is broken, I swear that I will not waste my life.This is his life~www.novelhall.com~ This is his dream, this is his path, and this is his persistence.Along the way, stumbling, thorns and thorns everywhere; along the way, painstakingly and devastated all the way; along the way, struggling and difficult. However, he has never regretted it, he will not regret it. Even if he was covered in cuts and bruises, even if he was covered with thorns, even if he was broken to pieces, even if he was kneeling on his knees, he would have to reach the end. He will not give up, let alone shrink back, because this is his belief and his existence.As Renly Hall, he has lived. He really existed. It's not just doing nothing, it's not trying to make a living, it's not being intimidated, it's not being let alone, it's not being deceived, it's about living a life, chasing one's own dream, and blooming one's own light in one's own way. This is his life, and he will not leave any regrets.In this life, in this life, at the end of life, even if his body is broken, he swears that this life will never be in vain!I swear.Note: Not in vain I-LivedOne-Republic 8
