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Text Chapter 10: The sadness of that song

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    Life is still going on in the ordinary, and occasionally there will be some passion and some touching.  Han Jiahang's life is back on track.  I travel back and forth between school and work every day.  Be a good student in school and practice hard in the company to debut early.  Because of the last campus raid, Han Jiahang became a well-known person in the school.  In addition to the students in this class, there are occasionally one or two girls waiting at the door.  Moreover, a classmate posted his performance online that day. In just one night, the click rate reached 100,000 times.  Everyone has different opinions, including those who admire and those who are skeptical.  This can be regarded as a little surprise in life.

    As the sun sets and the moon rises, night falls, and with all kinds of reluctance, the last trace of warm heat is taken away from this space, leaving behind the indelible coldness.  Before you know it, it's midnight, the neon lights are flashing, and the exciting nightlife is quietly showing.  Han Jiahang was tired and sweaty as he crawled from the dance room to the vocal room.  There is also a vocal training waiting for him.  This is also the last journey today.

    According to Han Jiahang¡¯s memory, Han Jiahang was caught by a music producer of the company because he was playing a short song he had composed.  That person liked him very much, so the company took him seriously, and while he was doing dance training, he started to write lyrics and music.  Therefore, after every dance training, he would come to this 8-square-meter vocal room.

    Familiarly, I walked to the electronic keyboard near the window, ding-ding-dong-dong, and the imprint of a soft rain flowed out quietly under my hands.  in life, there will be people keep coming or leave.  So what was seen was no longer visible.  What is remembered is forgotten.  What is invisible does not mean it does not exist.  Keep in mind, it is not forever.  In the hazy rain curtain, accompanied by the drifting rain, is my decadent heart.  In the rain, I was still holding the umbrella.  We have been side by side under the umbrella, and your scent has been under the umbrella.  There was your laughter under the umbrella.  But now, there is only a lonely figure left under the umbrella.  .  .

    In the small vocal room, Han Jiahang played quietly like this, over and over again, as if he was tired.  He looked through the window at the dark night outside.  Remembering mindlessly.  .  .

    In the hot summer, the first meeting at the cold drink shop on the corner was so sparkling.  Wearing a super unconventional outfit, a flaxen Japanese style haircut, white porcelain skin, big eyes, a pair of light blue shorts under a cute white T-shirt, and red high-waisted Korean style canvas shoes.  He placed his hands on his chest to disperse the hot air.  The long eyelashes blink, giving people a very cute feeling.  From time to time, there is a kind of quirky childishness.  It's a pity that your first words made me feel burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.  When I look at you calling me uncle with disdain on your face.  I was really angry and speechless.  Uncle?  Do I look that old?  I really wonder if your eyes are highly myopic.  What's even more speechless is that you actually asked this uncle to buy you a cold drink.  The tone was casual and natural.  Hey, do I know you well?  Why should I buy you a cold drink?  Who am I to you?  baffling.  .  .

    The first time you cried in front of me was probably your birthday.  I was so busy at work that I forgot everything, including buying you a birthday gift.  I see your expectant eyes when I get home.  Seeing you crying in front of me.  His eyes were filled with resentment, unable to conceal his sadness and disappointment.  When he sat in front of me and told me that I was wrong.  do you know?  My heart is really sad.  I know you gave up a lot for me.  I don¡¯t have a house, you said it doesn¡¯t matter, it will be more meaningful if two people work together to build it.  I don¡¯t have a car and can¡¯t take you to work every day.  You always smile and say it doesn't matter, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.  I don't have money, so I can't buy you brand-name clothes.  I can¡¯t buy you a brand-name bag.  You always smile and say it¡¯s okay.  .  .  .  .  .

    Han Jiahang just sat there blankly, playing with his hands unconsciously.  From time to time there would be a smile on his face, a silly sneer, the rhythm was messed up.  I don¡¯t know what I¡¯m playing.

    Taeyeon ended today¡¯s vocal training because there are still some things that are unclear.  So I followed my vocal teacher, Theone, and walked to the dormitory while discussing.  As I walked, a piano melody came.  Light and soft, like whispering to your lover in your ear.

    "Huh? This song is very good. Who could it be?" theone said in a daze.  "Let's go and have a look."

    Taeyeon followed the teacher step by step, her smart eyes moving back and forth, full of curiosity.  Through the crack of the unclosed door, under the incandescent light, a familiar figure sat blankly facing the window, his hands gently sliding over the keyboard.  It's like stroking your lover's skin tenderly.

    "Ah, it's him." Taeyeon exclaimed, then immediately covered her mouth with her hand, for fear of disturbing the people in front of her.

    "Well, you know him." Theone asked his student softly.  Because he knew that the boy in front of him was entering a special environment, and he was wandering in his own memories.Stay and experience it.  Often this time is the most valuable for a music creation.  Only this kind of music can be full of friendship and give people a deeper shock.

    "Oh, he is a trainee in our company, his name is Han Jiahang. I just know him."

    "kindness,"

    The rhythm in my ears becomes softer and more affectionate.  Tell your lover tenderly and whisper to yourself.

    The person who makes me smile

    That person makes me cry

    That person uses warm lips

    Let me find the person whose heart beats

    I can¡¯t erase that person from my heart

    That person is even more unforgettable

    That person is as important as my life

    That person is leaving me

    A low voice sounded, soft and hoarse.  Full of longing, the thick self-blame is like the dark twilight, so thick that it is so sad that it cannot be resolved.

    That person, love, the aching heart, the person who knows nothing

    I love you. I used to love and still love the person who I have to let go of.

    My love, even if my heart keeps waiting

    Even if those memories are no longer there

    The tears left by that person still make me feel more heartbroken

    That person, love, the aching heart, the person who knows nothing

    Use tears and pain

    Forget me and live happily, my love, the person I love

    Until the end of our lives

    Until we close our eyes

    Please remember at that time

    That person, love, the aching heart, the person who knows nothing

    I have loved you and now I have to let go of my love.

    (I really like this song - that person (Lee Seung-cheol), hehe, do you want to listen to it?)

    ; ;
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