One Hundred and Twenty Four Inspiration Collision

"...oh, you're dominating and I'm slowly falling, so I let go because you're not anymore. But you just don't know.

Get out of my head, I should move on; Get out of my head, keep loving you and I'll die.

No matter how long I wait, I always know my fate, and it doesn't look good..."

Sorrow, like this, flows slowly between the strokes, with a bitterness of self-knowledge, dancing alone like a clown.

Ronan's eyes gradually brightened up like this, and the soft humming rolled and vibrated slightly in the depths of his throat.

"Mmmmmm...mmmmmm..."

Faintly, Ronan once again felt the feeling of standing on the Las Vegas Boulevard last night. The noisy crowd was bustling, but no one was willing to stop, obviously in the turbulent noise In the crowd, but slowly overwhelmed by loneliness.

However, unlike the revised version of "Dancing Alone", it is more like the original version of "Dancing Alone". The sadder you are, the more you dance, and the more lonely you are, the more you sing. Then, he sang to his heart's content, as if no one It's like listening attentively, just singing out the fragility and bitterness in your heart.

"Get out of my head, yeah yeah yeah; get off my head, keep loving you and I'll die."

Those lyrics, those melodies, danced lightly between the lips and teeth, just like... Chaplin, smiling and sad, the simplest and most straightforward lyrics, but the most direct and true convey the bitterness deep in the heart .

Creation is done.

From beginning to end, from lyrics to score, from melody to chords, everything is formed smoothly.

Ollie raised his head to look at Ronan, was slightly stunned, and then couldn't help laughing, "Looking at it now, girls and demons are indeed the same, they can't get out of their minds, just like this Take root, try to control our thoughts, and let us die a slow death."

"Love, like music, always makes people crazy." Ronan raised his brows slightly, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

The creation of the song "Get-Out-My-Head (Get-Out-My-Head)" in front of me is obviously much easier. From the lyrics to the melody, it took less than five minutes. Li has already worked together to complete all the creations, including how the arrangement should be carried out, all of which have been formed in his mind.

Ollie shook his head lightly, "No, love, like dreams, always makes people crazy, and at the same time slowly kills life."

"Oh?" Ronan leaned back slightly, looked at Ollie meaningfully, showing an excited expression, and then picked up the cup-shaped mineral water on the dinner plate, as if holding a cup of afternoon tea, Pretend to be listening.

"Listen".

It seems that Ollie has also experienced some special story, and the magnificence behind the calm and calm makes people want to explore it in depth.

Sensing the deep meaning in Ronan's eyes, Oli raised his bowl-sized fist in his right hand without hesitation, and waved it twice at Ronan in a demonstrative manner.

Ronan could feel Ollie's embarrassment, so he couldn't help laughing happily, but Ronan didn't continue to embarrass Ollie anymore. He readjusted his sitting posture, nodded slightly in agreement, "I can understand what you mean, you I know, sometimes, I also hate dreams, if there is no dream, can life find a different look."

Hate dreams.

Strictly speaking, this cannot be said to be angry words, but more of a kind of helplessness.

It is precisely because they have dreams that they refuse to bow to life and compromise, but their dreams cannot be realized. The future is long and bleak, so they are overwhelmed by life, and finally, in the gray area between hope and lingering Curled up and crawling, unable to return to the past but also unable to see the future,

Dilemma.

If... just if, they can learn to let go and compromise, maybe life will be easier.

In other words, if they have never had a dream, and have never tasted the freedom and joy of chasing their dreams, maybe they have no way of knowing that life can have a different appearance, that life can bloom in different colors, maybe ...and life becomes easier.

Unfortunately, they can't.

So is love; so is dreams; so is life.

More often, everyone competes with themselves, looking for a lifestyle and path that suits them, and searching for the formula of happiness. In life, there is no correct answer, but because there is no correct answer, there are countless possibilities, and confusion and confusion follow.

"However, if there is no love and dreams, life is a slow suicide." Ollie tilted his head, earnestly fantasizing about an ordinary life, "I can't imagine myself wearing a suit and tie and becoming an office worker. There is also no way to imagine the appearance of you sitting in the office to complete the report plan, it is like being in the bottom of the sea, burning quietly and slowly suffocating."

"Slow suicide." Ronan muttered a few words in a low voice, his voice rolled in his throat, and then he swallowed it along with his saliva. His eardrums seemed to be able to catch the slight vibration of his throat. He seemed to think of something, and he couldn't help but chuckled. .

"Huh? What's the matter?" Ollie turned his head and looked over.

Ronan shook his head, but the smile between his brows and the upward arc of his mouth became more and more exaggerated, and the irrepressible smile overflowed like this——

Being in a high altitude state, because of the air pressure, the ears seem to be shrouded in a bubble, creating an effect of probing the head into the depths of the water, and then the surrounding sounds begin to become distant, and the humming sounds Can capture the gurgling sound of goldfish spitting bubbles.

Like a submarine.

I have to say that Ollie's description... is poetic and funny.

It was in such a situation that some melodies appeared in Ronan's mind, as if goldfish were singing one by one, the effect was very joyful, especially Ollie's curious expression was like a penguin probing his brain, making inquiries I can't stop smiling.

Ollie pursed his lips, leaned his head back, and his multi-layered chins piled up like melted butter, which instantly made Ronan burst out laughing.

Although Ronan immediately realized that this was the environment of the cabin and controlled the sound, he was still half a beat too late, and the sound had already rushed out half a step ahead, creating an emergency braking effect, and all the surrounding sights were projected over. ——Fortunately, the business class was basically covered by the One Day King Band and Alice, and did not cause further confusion.

But Maxim and Cliff still looked over with question marks all over their heads, lowered their voices and asked them what was going on, creating quite a commotion since just now.

It was very hard for Ronan to hold back his laughter, he could only wave his hands again and again to show that it was okay, but he couldn't make a sound, and managed to control his state a little bit.

Ronan didn't dare to turn his head to look at Ollie, fearing that he would burst into laughter again, so he quickly grabbed the ballpoint pen on the table, and began to write vigorously in the sketchbook again.

The collision of inspiration and inspiration sparked out like this. From last night to today, after experiencing ups and downs of joy and worry, creative inspiration has indeed continued to flourish. No wonder it is always said that art comes from life and is higher than life. Only true Only by experiencing those joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys in life can we truly touch the creative inspiration of art, which is an eternal truth.

Ollie froze slightly, and realized that Ronan was composing another piece of music.

This is the third song?

But then Ollie glanced at the lyrics, and the black lines on his head just drooped like this.