Blue Melancholy's Eternal Musical Theme

Timeless musical themes That day, the autumn wind quietly and gently blew through my hair and my body. The eternal music in life appears in this dry and yellow season. Maybe the road of life is that it is impossible for people to guess and grasp. Maybe on this day, maybe on that day, maybe on a summer afternoon, maybe at dusk. That eternal music in life appears unconsciously and continues until it splendidly withers in death. Why, why, why the musical theme of my life appears in this lonely and desolate autumn. This is my favorite season. This is the season that fascinates me. This is the season that makes me blue. It's been a long time since I took a good look at this world with rapid material development. Living in one cramped and annoying city after another. It makes me forget the gentle breeze in the countryside when I was a child. I forgot that when I was a child, I stood on the beach and listened to the rough waves. I forget the friends I played with and walked hand in hand with when I was a child and had shared memories and childhood together. Forget the songs that were often sung. I forgot about the girl with a big red bow on her head. Maybe this is what makes me lose my way on the road ahead. Let me get lost in this stone urban forest. In this decadent society. I can't find the way I came from. I have been struggling in the vast sea of ​​people. Come back, my gentle breeze. Come back my rough waves. Come back my childhood friend. Come back, my dancing girl. Come back to everything on the way I came. Let me always be immersed in it. Let me feel like that home again. I have gone through these vicissitudes of life for decades. I have gone through one stop after another in my life. Who can make me stay. Who can I rely on? My eternal music and my Yiyi words. Why do you keep me wandering in the middle? My music has no theme. My words have no soul. My life has no color either. My path is also lost in the distance. I don't know where she is in the world. Maybe the sky should rain a ruthless rain for me. Maybe I should drink a bowl of Meng Po soup to make me forget my past life and this life. Wind, blow, blow quickly, blow me far away. Take me to fly together in the vast sky. Rain, come on, come on, wake me up from my dream. Let me drown in your cold embrace. Why, why, the moon in the sky is still so dim. Why, why, the air in this city is still so turbid. The wind still blows fast and slow in its life path. And still don't take me away. Still makes me lost in a corner of the world. Sad alone, crying alone. The rain still won't fall for me, but the next rain will make me sober. Is it really difficult for me to find the eternal musical theme in my life in a season like this? Will my words have the soul they deserve because of the eternal musical theme? Why in this my favorite season, this season that makes me intoxicated, this season that makes me melancholy. In this vast season, I just want to quietly feel everything about it. Feel it in a way that no season can make me feel. Don't let anything bother me. In this desolate season, with a quiet heart, I feel the yellow autumn of this year with my heart. If this eternal musical theme in my life appears in spring, I will sing for it like the spring breeze. If this eternal musical theme in my life appears in summer, I will care for it with my cool heart. If this eternal musical theme in my life were to appear in winter, I would protect it with my body's body heat. Why does it appear in this autumn that belongs to me? This is a season that I was not prepared for. Maybe this is what people say about the wrong musical theme at the wrong time. It makes me unable to accept it, but it makes me cruelly accept it. This kind of pain makes me understand the musical theme of this period of life. That is, it appears during my loneliest, loneliest and quietest season. Let it become an eternal meteor in my life. Swiftly across my horizon. Make a deep mark. It is destined that this eternal music can become the theme of my life in such a season. My eternal music. I have no words in my soul. In this sad autumn, you let me know what the theme of my life is. The theme I have been looking for these years. Today I finally found out what this topic is. In fact, the theme of my life is the eternal music in this autumn and the words that fill my soul. It allows me to find the way I came. Let me listen to the crashing waves there again. Let me once again clearly remind me of my childhood friend and the girl wearing the big red bow. There is also this song that I have forgotten for more than ten years. Memory Sky The gentle wind carries heavy dreams Under the gorgeous rainbow, innocent smile, happy singing The morning sun and the deep sound of frogs Green birdsong, happy birds Day after day, year after year We grow up unconsciously in the passing years Girl, my dancing girl, you pass by me gently every day Partners My happy companions You and I have a common childhood and a common memory sky Come on, girl, come on, partner, we are the sun in the early morning Sing, girl. Sing, partner. This is the eternal melody in our lives. Ah…. Conception: