However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

Don't have an affair. Say more in silence than in voice.

There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.