“轻轻的我将离开你,离——开——你,请将眼角的泪拭去……”他不知疲倦地唱着,声音圆润、纯正,也还算专业。似乎只有歌声,才可以让他从苦闷中解脱出来。他的音乐天赋不赖,就是登不了大雅之堂。他是个驼背,人倒挺帅,浓眉大眼,额头上爬满了皱纹,唯有满头乌黑发亮的头发依然透露着活力,高高的鼻梁上架一副茶色眼镜。一年四季,身着一条紧包屁 “Gently I will leave you, away - open - you, please wipe the tears of the corner of his eye ... ...” He sings untiringly, the sound is mellow, pure, and fairly professional. It seems that only singing, can let him freed from depression. His musical talent is not denied. He was a hunchback, handsome man down, thick eyebrows, his forehead covered with wrinkles, only the shiny black hair is still revealing vitality, high nose of a pair of brown glasses. All year round, dressed in a tight ass