It's too hot in summer. A bed curtain separated him from the six thin snores outside, hugging his knees and wearing headphones, he could hear the rustling of the optical drive in the book, but he couldn't hide the lowness of the cello to the point of tears.
In the deep summer night, the sound of the piano can flow into my heart. The real life is such a gorgeous void. Music, love, and fame fill this void, making people believe, have no regrets, and be nostalgic.
At that time, I couldn't understand a little French, and I only knew how to spread the Hong Kong translation of Zhang Xinzhe's song title. Friends laughed at it, but it never resonated.
It's okay, this is the truth that the movie tells is too naked, and I didn't have the heart to watch it again.
In the second summer of my apprenticeship, I encountered the soundtrack of the movie in Sanlian Publishing House.
The memory came back.
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