Penetrate the soul of music

I would never lay it across the soul of music, deep-seated quietly listening to the melody.

No one from the concert have been so memorable, not a concert ripped through your bladder, it will make you hurt to the bone, it makes you love to not give up, this is the charm of regret, a people they can not bear to listen to listen to music.

Looking back on all of the music, just my memory of the hourglass, as time goes on, have been light out in my mind, only it stamped in my heart remain.

Slowly, accustomed to its rhythm, used to read it in the dead of night, to resolve its internal, but also used the time to listen to it in the frustrated sad talk. Gradually, it became my writing in the shadow.

You listen to that low and the female voice, sounded in grief in the music of strings, as if the dark night alone in a helpless ghost wandering the wilderness in the mountains, either cold rain hit in the face, all the pain are out of the hole in the music.

Sad music spoke the voice of frustration, the wound the soul in baptism, when the cries of regret sigh followed. It will not let you relax, will not let you pleasure, it can give, but sad when you make you more lonely lonely.

This symbol is faint music in your tears when you gave a hint of relief can relieved, the tears will be washed rushes your pain, your hurt, let you in the mood in the stirring music indulgence once. www.sanwen8.com

Sad does not mean lonely in this music, love seems so far away, but seems to be at your fingertips. Always set off in the hazy mood sultry mist.

Sad music stopped ringing, ringing stopped, kept repeating, at the moment, you hear the music in it?