Five Hundred and Sixteenth Note Teaser

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"I don't like the way things have changed. You are no longer what you used to be. I'm crying, I'm crying." (Note 1)

After Ronan's clear and moving voice was dyed in the night, there was a faint sadness and fragility. The melodious singing voice was full of chemical reactions between the melody and the lyrics, and it hit Ollie's chest hard like a heavy hammer. Almost out of breath.

Even if you are depressed and restrained, you can still feel the daze and loss in the shallow singing and singing, just like the panic and helplessness lost in the vast sea of ​​people. Traveling between, but still can not see the hope of escape.

The way of interpretation, which is as light as weight and light as clouds, becomes lighter because there is no musical instrument accompaniment, and the overwhelming emotions are all converged and settled back, stuffed in the chest, and then you can hear the sound of the impact of the Hong Zhong reverberating from the chest all the way to the brain , has a long history.

Ollie let out a long breath, like a deflated balloon, and fell into the sofa weakly, sinking into the quicksand bit by bit and unable to extricate himself, and then he could hear Ronan's singing involving a large amount of thoughts, as if A maze made of spider webs is like a maze, with no end in sight and no direction in sight.

"I'm alone now, lost in my own thoughts, what the hell am I doing wrong. I'm dying, I'm dying."

The emotional energy reached its peak at this very moment, and Ollie closed his eyes tightly, allowing the darkness to swallow him up like a tide——

Heart throbbing faintly.

It was only a few days, and the emotions hadn't had time to take root yet, but Ollie seemed to be able to truly feel the weight of four years from Ronan's singing, and he was so overwhelmed that he couldn't tell the difference. , Is it because of my own emotions that stimulated the chemical reaction, or Ronan's singing gave the true feelings.

Ronan's singing, like an invisible giant hand, pulled Ollie's ankle into the abyss, and the boundless blue gradually turned into black.

Ronan's brows furrowed slightly, and the tip of his tongue seemed to be able to taste the bitterness, not only from Ollie, but also from Sophie.

The image of Sophie crying bitterly and in a state of embarrassment reappeared in his mind, "We are strangers..." It seemed that he could truly feel the pain of being pulled, torn and destroyed, gnawing at his heart and bones, even breathing. It is a pain, a pain that goes deep into the bone marrow, worse than death.

It's like...opening my chest with both hands, taking out a beating heart, holding it in the palm of my hand, showing everything I have without reservation or defense,

However, instead of a warm hug, what was ushered in was the injury of the storm, and the unarmed heart was completely crushed like this.

riddled with holes.

"I love you as before, but we are strangers; I love you as before, but we are strangers."

The gently raised singing voice returned to calm again, and the wanton release of emotions stopped abruptly again. All the sorrow and pain were covered up in the calm, but the storm in the depths of my mind still did not stop—not only did it not, And it's getting more and more turbulent.

The calmer you are, the more you struggle.

The more restrained, the more majestic.

Compared with not loving, what is more cruel is that they still love each other deeply, but they hurt each other uncontrollably. A hug may make both sides bruised and bruised.

Sitting down in the bloody wound, saying goodbye with tears, and then turning around and becoming a stranger, forcibly ending everything.

Emotions, so real and so turbulent, the thoughts in his mind fell into nothingness, as if the heart stopped beating, and there was only a "beep" sound that was prolonged and sharp, so that Ronan couldn't help but close it Eyes, calm down and breathe for a moment, waiting for the sound to disappear.

However, the sound does not disappear, just like emotion, it does not have a switch, it can be turned on and off as soon as it is said; it also does not have an adjustment button, you can adjust the major and minor as you like. From the beginning to the end, from birth to disappearance, reason cannot be controlled, so what should we do?

"Mmmmmm...mmmmmm..."

Ronan hummed softly again, there were no words but a melody, like a lullaby, he patted his shoulders softly, and fell asleep peacefully.

This is the only way to make the sound disappear, and this is the only way to calm the emotions - music, like the ocean is like the universe, always able to contain everything, carry all the weight, and then the mountain roar and tsunami also evolve into a trickle into the soul In the depths, those wounds are moistened.

There was no treble, no explosion, no singing, no lyrics, but Ollie's tightly closed eyes were slightly moist.

This is his story, but not just his story. Ollie can feel more and more in Ronan's singing.

The melodious and melodious melody is calming the wound like a lullaby, all the turbulent waves have calmed down, all the mountains and tsunamis have calmed down, and the messy and turbulent thoughts in my mind have also settled down. It seems that peace has finally been found, and the extremely tired thoughts are fainting drowsy.

However, the relaxed nerves allowed the negative emotions that were suppressed and suppressed, restrained and restrained to seep out like a gurgling stream.

Little by little, gently, softly, and then wet the eye sockets, the heart trembled uncontrollably, so that the body trembled along with it, clenching the teeth to control the fragility that was completely exposed, But still couldn't stop the teardrops from breaking through the shackles and slipping down.

Silently, it melted into the dark gray sofa.

"'You and I' arrive at the end of time. What was once our everything is gone with the wind; I miss my friend, I miss her laugh, but she doesn't need me."

"Can she see it?"

Gradually, Oli opened his eyes and looked at Ronan who was close at hand. He understood the sadness and bewilderment behind the singing, as well as the cry behind the singing.

Not just about him, not just about love, but also about...the band.

Or, to be more precise, Trastan.

Once, they believed that each other could walk hand in hand, fight side by side, sprint bravely for a common dream, and fight until the end.

Together, they would imagine that the band would hold a concert in a venue with 100,000 people. Together, they would dream that the band’s album would be certified platinum. They would also imagine that the band would stand on the Grammy stage to receive the applause and cheers that everyone was looking forward to... ...weaving lofty ideals to the heart's content.

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However, everything is gone with the wind, and when the One Day King actually stood on the Grammy stage to receive the gramophone trophy, Trastan was already a stranger.

"I, miss my friend", such a simple sentence, but it has such a powerful lethality, destroying all defense lines.

Oli thought that Ronan didn't care anymore, and Maxim and Cliff were the ones who couldn't get out, but some wounds can't be healed just by healing, such as betrayal.

Ollie was slightly taken aback.

Note 1: Strangers (strangers——sidecreek)