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Album name: prelude to tour in C key. I can't remember the color of skipping rope in my playmates' hands in kindergarten. The more hope for growth, the more disappointment. The sunshine is closest to this street in summer. I like walking on the wide and clean road with my friends. No more children, no more aging. The girl finally grew her long hair, but we have parted ways. Looking back and waiting for 500 times in my previous life has made me a little dependent in my life. In the year of graduation, we preferred tears. Sugar masks the true taste of coffee, and if it is not love, it belongs to sadness. Standing on the balcony of17th floor, listening to a zhe's old songs, I saw the tracks criss-crossing, singing my own songs to my grandmother with a guitar. My grandmother's smile is rough but happy. I dreamed that Trezeguet PK and I shot through Buffon's goal and exchanged jerseys with Carlos. Qu Yuan is not more romantic than Hugo, and Guo Yu's romantic means is second only to mine. I am gold, and I will shine. The person I love has become the person he loves, and I forgive him. Who will forgive me? Never cry, but some nights are really fragile. What is happiness? Maybe this question is not easy to ask. A lot of pain on the lips is not worth chewing. Time will take away persistence. If you can bear it, you should let it go. This is what a man should do. I especially like to make others regret it, and I hate it when people come home empty-handed. Next time, I hope that the person who loves me and the person I love are the same person. Spare no effort, still can't spell trance. People are making choices that are divorced from the secular world, so it is difficult to get happiness. There is no need to be so persistent. Sooner or later, we will all return to the urn. If you don't want to get married, don't love. Since we love each other, please share joys and sorrows and grow old together. Feeling unreliable, moving is not love, some people come just to go back, and no one has the obligation to stay for themselves. Morning is the least disappointing time, and we always miss it. After dark, someone and his partner sat on a stone and counted the shortcomings of angels. Someone opened the trash can in search of the "last supper". I often get up in the middle of the night to sing the song "When I Close My Eyes" which is easy to run in C key, but I still can't find that girl. She was opposite me when I was singing, but I left in a hurry and never saw her again. I wrote such a song to commemorate a little heartbreak. I remember Liu Lina's novel "The End of the Song" wrote, "Looking back and waiting for 500 times in previous lives, in exchange for a little dependence in this life." Thinking of this fate, I always close my eyes and try to think about her face, but there is only one back, which I will never forget. Sometimes when you miss a moment, you miss a lifetime. The crying fish in the water tells a secret love story, which is desperate but fruitless. There are too many such stories in the world, which are small but unforgettable. This song was inspired by Anne Baby's novel. She wrote Fish Unhappy and You Are Not a Fish. How do you know they are unhappy? ""You're not me. How do you know that I know the fish is unhappy? " I think everyone has a lonely side in their hearts, but not everyone can see it. The song "Become a Butterfly" was performed by my brother Leng Xianda and me. True love in the world is like a butterfly, flying over the lonely night and stopping in the most beautiful maple leaf. Every soul is entangled with it, and all life withers for it. Become a butterfly, interpret fashion with classicism, and replace sadness with hope. Layers of songs represent my admiration for Liang Zhu, my love for life and my bright vision for the future. I hope everything will be fine, and all shall be well. Selina is an out-and-out campus folk song. It's my first time to sing it on the guitar. Several years have passed, and time is like running water. Things are different, only this empty name is remembered. When we have separated, when we are far away, only Song still vaguely remembers that lingering, and only Song still remembers me standing downstairs watching her long hair. Missing becomes missing. Looking up missing in the dictionary means missing, and looking up missing means missing. However, I always feel that missing can better reflect the distance, the duration and the calmness of lovesickness than missing. Missing is anxiety, missing is heartbreaking. Miss is short, miss is eternal. Looking up, I saw a line of wild geese on the bloody horizon, and watching them come and go between the clouds was like a nightmare. Missing has become missing, more melancholy than the moon and longer than time. The people in Broken Eyes are often two sides of the same body, sharp and gentle, warm and cold. Perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, a cold eye can destroy a person's whole determination. Love comes and goes, like autumn leaves. So, when we have no tomorrow, we begin to emphasize forever. The song "You don't understand" is about a person who works hard silently, and when he is desperate, he has to bear all the sadness alone. In the end, the girl didn't give the boy a chance. What she knows is his heart, but what she doesn't understand is his love. All he wants is to be by her side, walk in silently, and walk away silently. My sister Chen and I sang a love song "Mystery", which showed some regrets about love: people in this world are at arm's length, people who love each other can't be together, people who are together can't know each other, and people who know each other can't love each other. When you found this regret, it was too late. When you think the answer is in her hand, it's endless. The furthest distance in the world The furthest distance in the world is not distance, but time. The length of two years is enough to explain the distance. Two years of light and shadow changes have been compressed into a few lyrics. All the stories flash by, all the past is as light as clouds, only the guitar is still playing for whom, only the back is still sighing in the corner: the longest time in the world is waiting, and the longest waiting in the world is my love for you. Out-of-print CD, the first out-of-print CD, is a memory of first love. The lyrics are mixed and the mood is broken. The love of all sentient beings and ordinary people is often decided by small things. A CD soaked in rain, a heart broken by night, let me know whether it is worth paying, let me know whether all this should continue. From then on, the CD was pressed at the bottom of the box, and love was written down. Album title: Overture to Falling Flowers That summer, one of us went to the left and the other to the right, and we never looked back. I don't have a growing guitar, and I don't have a piano that you haven't played for a long time. Let the years be gilded and my eyes filled with mercury. Hand in hand through the road we walked at the age of 17, but we didn't have the courage to repeat our inseparable habit at the age of 17. The moonlight in the city illuminates the dream, but countless darkness is shrouded in the thorny front. When I was a child, I always thought that true love was far away. When I grew up, I realized that the farthest one was actually by my side. Love is always understood in memory, so we downplay the feelings in memory. I respond to the moment you can't keep with silence, and you cherish my fleeting eternity with a smile. I forgot that we never ask each other how we are doing. It's just that I miss each other desperately from time to time many nights. Thinking about it makes me forget what you look like ... "Falling Flowers" Words/Songs/Singing: In summer, the cuckoo hummed a song, and the rain hit the eaves soaked with tears, so the sadness spread. I want to stop and breathe. When the strings are parted, I miss loneliness and stir a thousand words. The years ran aground unconsciously. Yesterday was like a distant mirror, and it was hard to piece it together, but the relationship was broken. Your face still appears in front of you. Wind and frost urge you to dye your temples and raise your glasses, making your worries thicker and more sticky. In the dream, autumn leaves and winter snow turn around, and it is inevitable to look up and see the blood on the horizon come and go like a nightmare, the moon is round and heartbroken, and the lake is full of flowers. My attachment is rippling, and the wind blows away the hatchback. I asked why the sky is lonely, but you and I can only watch the moon wander around the horizon for a lifetime. Singing: Is the meter between us a distance or a problem in summer? Should I remember or forget the long memory of street lamps? Is the beauty of vows of eternal love emotional or playful? You changed yourself for you, but you became unlike me. Your tears flow through your kisses and unknown scars, forcing me to return to a person. The means of separating two souls must be cruel. Always let each other's tenderness and time be at the mercy of the pointer. All love and hate are sealed, and the footsteps of the night invade the morning. I use a gorgeous turn against your serious breakup album title: preface to autumn Happiness and sadness are sand in a bottle, time controls gravity, and life turns the bottle upside down. I miss the people I love the most, and I don't care about the people who love me the most. There is a kind of love called blindness. The person closest to you may be cruel and heartless, but all he needs is your wealth. Not everyone who likes it can have it, and not everyone who has it can like it. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst, hope and plan for disappointment. The more hope, the more disappointment. Slowly, you will find that relativity doesn't work in the fourth dimension. Relativity is everywhere, which makes people ecstatic and sad. Autumn is far from coming, but some of the past has begun to turn yellow. Special thanks to my producer, my good brother, who has always been excellent, and we have gone through ups and downs together. The word marionette/song: If Alex can't be with you in summer, let me stay by your pillow quietly. When you are lonely, I won't let you lose sleep. If I can't stay by your pillow, let me stay in your sight. When you are sad, I won't let you Lacrimosa. Your smile warms the cold winter. My clockwork has been twisted for you three or four times. My words rotted in the night when you ran aground at two in the morning. Without you, I lost the power of moving the puppet to perform awkwardly. It's like a young cocoon staring at the transformation, and remembering your eyes, your face and your fingertips. Although I still miss you in front of me, I express my deep attachment to you in lonely language. I lost my mind for a moment, and the power went out in the blink of an eye. I am a puppet waiting for you to thread the word/song "the difference between one thought and another": Alex will leave me in summer and winter, but the cold continues. Who remembers that our story is just a short sequence? That year, when you left me to miss that unforgettable past, there was always a regrettable ending. There is only a gap between liking and not liking, but no one wants to let go of your hand. I choose to bless you and him. Although this love stayed in the end of the world, it will still be remembered by people in the past. Tears welled up, but I pretended not to. Time is boring. Life is repeating. Love is disappointed by us again and again. Memories are vivid, but people turn a blind eye. We are bound by love again and again. Song: How many fallen leaves did Alex take away in summer? How many vows were diluted yesterday? These flowers try to bloom for a long time. Who knows that the cool breeze can't wait to send bright petals buried on the road. Tears will still blur the line of sight. Although you are no longer with me, a thousand words have been diluted by time. However, while people are perfunctory, they can't help but miss the past. Who will accompany you on the swing this autumn? Who is afraid of you crying, who will be confused for you? I will find someone to love with me for a few minutes. Autumn is another year, and all my dissatisfaction has turned into complete submission. It's over. I am willing to banish the word "the seventh letter" for love: in summer, the sunset of Alex reflects a thousand words in the horizon, and the lines in it are drifting away, which always makes people want to stay. The sea breeze blows on the face, tears run aground, moonlight caresses the face, thoughts spread, and the mountain is still the sea, but people in the sea can't see every letter, endless thoughts, turbulent ocean, ups and downs, the weight of love, the attachment of the seventh letter, insurmountable time and gray hair. The man who has a firm belief (the ruthless years have dyed the paper yellow) no longer wanders around the ends of the earth. Album title: a trip in c, a liter of tears. In summer, Alex+Zhang Teng Troy = Black 8. I believe many people know the miracle of Black 8, which turned the whole situation around at a critical moment, hence the name Black 8. Most of the music brought by Black 8 is desperate, like the single "Gorgeous Turn" exposed earlier. Although the whole album is too emotional, unity and happiness are the driving force of the combination creation. In summer, the roles of Alex and Zhang Teng Troy are not just a combination of two people. Behind them, there are many people silently supporting them. The black 8 regiment represents them, and their idea is the idea of the black 8 regiment. Everyone eats and drinks together, works together, and democratic music is born! There is a song called "Waves" in the album. All the brothers and sisters who are busy behind the scenes came to the stage and formed the largest original music team in Harbin history. This shows the importance of friendship in album production, and the battle between two or more people has started! The lyrics of the music created by Black 8 Regiment are profound and powerful, and the melody climbs everywhere. Maybe one day, this kind of harmony will be out of date, but they will continue to wander on the waves of music. I hope this album "A liter of tears" can set off a chic and passionate college youth like the album "Journey to C" in those years, and play a look back on college time in life! Lyrics of the opening song: "Gorgeous Turn" Words/Songs: Arranged by Xia Alex: You Joyo Singing: Xia Alex &；; Zhang Teng Troy, is the distance between us still a problem? The long memory of street lamps should be remembered or forgotten. Is the beauty of vows of eternal love emotional or playful? You changed yourself for you, but you became unlike me. Your tears crossed your kiss, leaving an unknown scar, forcing me to return to one person and tearing two souls. Cruelty always leaves each other's tenderness and time at the mercy of the pointer, which is inevitable. All love and hate are sealed and invaded by the night. In the morning, gorgeous and I turned to face your seriousness about breaking up. Word/Song "Waves": Arranged by Xia Alex: Excellent Joyo Singing: Black 8 Regiment (Xia Alex &；; Troy, Zhang Teng) Liu Shubin Zhu Lin White Gog Zhou Peiranyan Shen Ming Meng Xiao Jin Zhelong Li Mingyan Wang Shuai Wang Yiqi Liang Lilong Wang Yelei Chen Shuo Ren Liangwei Zhang Yunpeng Han Liangyuan Wang Xiongfei Let youth leave no regrets, let the years not be sad, let life no longer be ordinary, let tears be blown dry by the wind, let laughter make waves, let songs interpret the vastness of love, and let agitation stop. We will hope to light it and no one can put it out. Flame, don't be afraid of difficulties, break through the darkness of dawn and strive for a brilliant future. Every road has an end. Let's stride forward hand in hand. We always believe that no matter how dazzling yesterday is, no matter how far away tomorrow is, we will face the test together, listen to the roar of the sea, walk on the waves, shake the mountains and run freely, please open your arms. Finding your dreams is not a waste. Go to the ends of the earth in youth, watch the crowd roar at any time and let them hug each other. * * * Together, we will create the future with lofty sentiments. Xia Alex's words/songs: Pocket Song: Xia Alex's farewell poem/Xia Alex's song/song: Jyken Yan's Broken Fragments Song: Xia Alex's Forget Her Song: Xia Alex's Rest Song: Xia Alex's Tears Song: Xia Alex's Broken Fragments

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