
A Shooting Star
Une etoile filante
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 1k Words
- Genre
- Unknown
- Era
- Unknown
- Updated
- 17y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
Synopsis
1Chapters
2Favorites
1.4kClicks per chapter
5Comments
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Fate is so fair, fate is so unfair.
Do you like Mozart's music very much? In a world full of filth, perhaps only music is pure.
I'm not old enough to ask for what I want most Mozart, in Ke Xin's comic "Requiem" at the beginning, just for the face, lonely expression and practicing alone in it Then, look for the "Requiem", the finale of his soul here A more shocking spiritual impact than the colors Mozart's "Requiem" is also his own "Requiem" At this time, his life was being shown on TV Each of his songs accompanies his life and slowly disappearing from the screen... It doesn't matter what the experts say about him But there is no doubt about his world-renowned talent Such pure music, such pure Mozart!
I should have had a lot to say, But when it came to my mouth and throat, I felt timid at the same time. I don't know if it's because I haven't seen you for a long time. Or is it because we can't be considered acquaintances in the first place… I always feel like time passes quickly, But the trance was so short... I want to say words like, "Ah~ Luoluo~ I haven't seen you for so long~ Do you miss me~"? Flinched, Afraid... Maybe it's because I'm a timid person. Maybe it's because I don't have that much emotion in the first place. I saw your article and looked at your handwriting... My mind feels a little empty... 'How are you...' If I really want to say something, this is probably the only thing I can say... 'How are you...' How are you now? How was it before? Was it ever good? Was it good before? In the future... In the future... After... It will be the same, okay? Those who like Mozart's Requiem, like, Like it, then hate it... Too pure... It's so beautiful... So I suddenly want to kill... Block your ears... Cover your eyes... Don't listen... Don't think about it... Stop thinking... Let your mind be empty… Miss you... Really... Miss you, too...