#ImagineDragons[超话]#
记录一下今晚辛辛那提场——
可能是太热了大丹第三首歌就脱了哈哈哈哈哈(我圆满了)我就是馋他身子(。
现场超嗨 大家也都很配合 大丹一直好兴奋在那跳来跳去的
他在歌和歌衔接的speech让我狠狠掉了一把眼泪
他说,life is always worth living
还收集到了他们的小纸条,丹写,your life is ALWAYS worth living。
他好好啊[泪]
暖场的Macklemore也是我从高中就开始听的了,他还特地穿上了俺们Reds的队服,有些小感动哈哈哈哈
记录一下今晚辛辛那提场——
可能是太热了大丹第三首歌就脱了哈哈哈哈哈(我圆满了)我就是馋他身子(。
现场超嗨 大家也都很配合 大丹一直好兴奋在那跳来跳去的
他在歌和歌衔接的speech让我狠狠掉了一把眼泪
他说,life is always worth living
还收集到了他们的小纸条,丹写,your life is ALWAYS worth living。
他好好啊[泪]
暖场的Macklemore也是我从高中就开始听的了,他还特地穿上了俺们Reds的队服,有些小感动哈哈哈哈
WANG ANGUO
TUNE: PURE SERENE MUSIC
Spring cannot be retained,
Though orioles have exhausted their song.
The ground is strewn with fallen reds like brocade stained,
The southern garden washed by rain all the night long.
For the first time the songstress plucked pipa string;
At dawn her yearning soars into the sky.
The painted hall with crimson door's no place for spring;
The vernal breeze with willowdown wafts high.
TUNE: PURE SERENE MUSIC
Spring cannot be retained,
Though orioles have exhausted their song.
The ground is strewn with fallen reds like brocade stained,
The southern garden washed by rain all the night long.
For the first time the songstress plucked pipa string;
At dawn her yearning soars into the sky.
The painted hall with crimson door's no place for spring;
The vernal breeze with willowdown wafts high.
WANG ANGUO
TUNE: PURE SERENE MUSIC
Spring cannot be retained,
Though orioles have exhausted their song.
The ground is strewn with fallen reds like brocade stained,
The southern garden washed by rain all the night long.
For the first time the songstress plucked pipa string;
At dawn her yearning soars into the sky.
The painted hall with crimson door's no place for spring;
The vernal breeze with willowdown wafts high.
TUNE: PURE SERENE MUSIC
Spring cannot be retained,
Though orioles have exhausted their song.
The ground is strewn with fallen reds like brocade stained,
The southern garden washed by rain all the night long.
For the first time the songstress plucked pipa string;
At dawn her yearning soars into the sky.
The painted hall with crimson door's no place for spring;
The vernal breeze with willowdown wafts high.
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