Queen Jane had been lying in childbirth for more than nine days until her maid was too tired to hold on any longer. "Good maids, good maids, my good maids, can you help me cut open my right abdomen and find the child?" "Oh no," cried the maids, "this is something we must never do, We will send for King Henry, and hear what he has to say, hear what he has to say." King Henry learned, and King Henry came and said, "My queen, what troubles you? Your eyes, look so gray, look so gray" "King Henry, King Henry, will you do something for me? Can you cut open my right belly and find my child" "Oh no" cried King Henry "that's something I'll never do" "If I lose the flower of England, I shall lose her branch too Dry" the day the child was born, people played and danced but dear queen jane lay pitifully like a cold rock like a cold rock and when he sang it to that record man How tormented? Isn't it the same as the queen? Waiting, waiting, patient, patient, it's been too long, too long, too long, the servants are all exhausted and exhausted, and it seems that they can't hold on anymore. He couldn't take it any longer, "Good maids, good maids, my good maids, can you help me cut open my right abdomen and find the child? "Isn't that what he begged for those record players? His eyes seemed to see a future as warm as the sun. Slowly and slowly, the record players still seemed to be indifferent and unwavering. The light in his eyes was slowly changing. Dim, gradually lost that kind of look, slowly dissipated the smile on his face and the light in his eyes. He may have regretted choosing to sing this song, maybe he hated the record company, maybe a little lonely, maybe There was a little bit of hope, but these words blurted out again at this moment and everything has dissipated "Your singing makes me see no future" It's as cold as the snow in Chicago, and it's as white as smoke Drifting away, the clothes on his body are still thin, not even the cheapest coat, but it doesn't seem to be as cold and biting as he imagined. If a person has been cold for too long, will he gradually get used to the cold and become colder? No waves? He may be a little envious of the queen now. On the day the child was born, people played the violin and danced. Even though the queen lay pitifully like a cold stone, like a cold stone, she still had that child. People remember to sing and dance, laugh and laugh, but what about him? But what about his children? What about his singing? What about his works? In reality, no one will remember, sing, and remember. Because he is just a poor and poor Drifting around, Ewingis is as ordinary as a ghost, as ordinary as the stray cat he accidentally hit while driving.
Romain Rolland said: Most people die in their twenties or thirties, because after this age, they are only shadows of themselves, and the rest of their lives are spent imitating themselves, day after day, more mechanical and more Pretentious repetition of what they have done, thought, loved and hated in their lifetimes. When the movie ends in that little bar and he's still singing and saying the same things he did before the movie started, you'll find out that he's dead. Died in the snow in Chicago.
If a song doesn't feel like new and never gets old, it's a ballad.
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