当所有人觉得春天终于来了的时候,其实她早已融化在冬季放飞的梦想里。而梦想,只有存在于那音乐与歌声里,才最美。春天来过的地方,回头便看见天堂。我无法描述音乐衬托着情节所带给我的感受,或许是一种“心酸的震撼”。从脊髓深处卷成一团的某种气体,旋转,升腾,从发际处奔涌而出,飞向天际。那是他的声音,每一点自由,每一点渴望都融在其中的 When all of us felt that spring was finally here, she had melted in the winter dreams. The dream, only in music and singing, is the most beautiful. Spring has come to see paradise back. I can not describe how the music brings me to the feeling of the episode, perhaps a “sad shock.” Some kind of gas that has been rolled up from the depths of the spinal cord turns, rises, rushes out of the hairline and flies to the horizon. That is his voice, every little bit of freedom, every bit of craving in it