方石作曲,我作词。他安静、温暖、善良;我咆哮、寒冷、傲慢。他看见更多的美好,我看见更多的邪恶。相生相克,殊途同归。故事不多,宛若寻常一首歌。在这里,我想为他与三词。A:安静忽然想找个人说说话。猛然一回首,才发现太多的面孔随风而逝。在这个追名逐利抑或为理想打工的时代背景下,每个人的双手和内心竟是如此忙碌。电话·通自己先改变了主意,寒喧几句便搁下了。 Fang Shi composer, I make lyrics. He is quiet, warm, kind; I growl, cold, arrogant. He saw more beautiful, I saw more evil. Health and phase g, all the same thing. Not many stories, just like a song. Here I think for him and three words. A: quiet suddenly want to find someone to talk. Suddenly a look back, only to find too many faces gone by the wind. Against the backdrop of chasing after profits or working for the ideal, everyone’s hands and heart are so busy. The phone first changed his mind, a few words aside put aside.