Six Hundred and Seventy-Seven Poems Like Songs

Ollie watched Ronan quietly, he could clearly see the sadness and tiredness in Ronan's eyes, and his heart trembled uncontrollably.

Then, Ronan's face and eyes gradually faded away, and Ollie only saw his own face reflected in those clear eyes. His body was covered with bruises and blood, and the sharp wounds covered every corner of his soul, but he I didn't feel it, I didn't feel pain, I was just deeply tired.

until now.

He saw himself.

Ollie closed his eyes in embarrassment, and retreated into the darkness like an ostrich, escaping from reality, as if as long as he couldn't see it, nothing had happened.

but……

His scarred heart began to ache. He knew that even if he could deceive everyone, he couldn't deceive himself.

"If I am still intact, I will turn around immediately, forget the pain, and walk away. Because I already know that the truth is only a few feet away."

Gently, the deep scars in the heart also turned into lyrics, jumping between the lips and teeth, and Ollie's eyebrows tangled fiercely towards the middle, as if every syllable of the collision of the lips and teeth was squeezing out the pus in the wound Like blood, the piercing pain made him almost out of breath.

The truth is, he and she have never had a chance, they have never been on the same track, they have never had a possibility, his persistence, his enthusiasm, his madness, his moths to the flame, from scratch In the end, it was just my own wishful thinking.

It's just that he missed the opportunity to turn around and leave. The distance was too close and he paid too much, so that his soul was already scarred and could no longer be complete.

The truth is so cruel, dripping with blood, icy cold, like Satan's sharp claws, clamping his throat fiercely, and he can smell the breath of blood with a single swipe of his sharp fingertips, his soul and body are crawling on the ground. Trembling in the dust, without any ability to resist.

However, Ollie knows that he needs to express himself, just like "my demons"-music is the only way to save them.

Even though his voice was trembling slightly, even though his body was completely stiff, even though his eyes still refused to open, Ollie could still feel that the inspiration in his mind was evolving into syllables and words, flowing out of the wound like weeping blood, and the pain was extreme , but also extremely happy.

He can feel relief.

"But I was smashed to pieces just to see you, and I went through hardships just to say goodbye to you, but you blocked yourself behind the fortress. When everything was silent, I finally woke up. From the beginning to the end, I was the only one who was cocooning myself."

if.

Ollie has never been close to the truth, so he can escape intact. The secret love he once had is still a dream in his youth, but he still opened Pandora's box after all, and the Ophelia in his memory is gone after all. Existence, but his persistence, his efforts, and his obsession have always been just self-moving.

He never really knew Ophelia.

Maybe what he fell in love with was just a perfect phantom in his imagination; maybe he and Ophelia never had a chance.

The Indio desert is just a mirage.

Miscellaneous thoughts surged in his mind, as if all the strength in Ollie's body was drained, his body sank slowly and heavily into the sofa, but the tall figure curled up into a ball, surrounded by chaos, dazed If lost, he didn't even have the courage to open his eyes, and just let himself float up and down in the darkness.

Just two lines of lyrics, from Ollie, drained all of Ollie's strength, and the muscles that were so tense to the extreme were relaxed, and the tiredness could be deeply felt in the depths of the soul, as if the whole world had escaped into the dark tired.

From Ronan's bitterness to Ollie's weeping blood, the same inspiration takes root in different souls and grows into a gorgeous flower of twins, which are originally the same root, but have different shapes; they seem different, but they are connected by blood. , Then, the inspirations collided together like this, and evolved into a melody.

gurgling. gurgling.

It seems to be able to listen to the melody flowing between the lyrics, carefully capturing the rhythm of the beating heart, and every ups and downs and contractions are intertwined in the gap between notes and notes.

thump.

thump. thump. thump. thump.

thump. thump.

The cold piano keys sounded in Ollie's ears. Even without opening his eyes, he could still feel the tenderness and sadness of the fingertips dancing between the black and white keys. Deeply feel the delicate emotions from the depths of the soul.

Is this my hallucination? still……

Oli opened his eyes along the piano sound and looked over, and then he could see the back of Ronan sitting in front of the piano, and Maxim was standing beside him, leaning against the wall, his eyes fell on Ronan, focused and deeply Watching, thoughts are slowly being drawn into the vortex of golden notes.

So magnificent yet so fragile.

So tragic yet so tender.

The eye sockets turned red uncontrollably, but he couldn't cry, he just breathed along with the ups and downs of the melody, as if he could feel the breeze gently soothing the soul, and the extremely tense heartstrings slowly relaxed like this , was instantly overwhelmed by the surging emotions.

At this time, the lyrics finally found the melody, like a tired bird returning to its nest, cutting in from the very beginning.

"Brave and fearless, otherworldly, soaring through the barriers of satellites."

"We have mastered it, the thunder of ten thousand feet, even if the sky makes us tremble with fear."

Then, Ronan's singing voice sounded like this, like the vicissitudes of life calmly narrated by the campfire. In the calm weather, you can still feel the mountain roar and tsunami in the depths of your soul. Abundant power, holding the soul in place, bathed in the surging baptism, unable to move.

A talk, a look back.

A light chant, a cappella.

It's all gone.

"I used to be desperate to hold you in my arms, but now I do my best to forget you, because I understand that you cannot be touched after all, so I walked out of this sky and fell slowly."

The lyrics are extremely gentle but contain unparalleled power. The ins and outs are just like this, breaking all Ollie's defenses in an instant, and returning to the state when "My Devil" was created again in a trance. I deeply feel the bitterness and complexity behind the notes of the melody, words are simply not enough to describe it.

Every word fell lightly but heavily on Oli's chest.

He is falling slowly.

He closed his eyes in a panic, and escaped into the darkness again, but he still couldn't stop the impact of his heart falling freely. Whoosh, whoosh, the gust of wind hit his ears, so turbulent and intense, he could hardly breathe, and he couldn't move even if he wanted to escape. Immersed in the melody, the wound was completely exposed.

Then, the chorus comes—

Note 1: Sparks are flying around