Because of all kinds, we missed all kinds. Some doomed helplessness has also created a sudden look back when we know each other and hate the night.
I've been listening to some old stories recently, and I can't put them down while listening, asking myself why I didn't notice them when they were still fresh in my memory. Just like the sour tricolor candy when I was a child, I didn't like its cheapness at that time, and I pestered adults to eat milk candy every day. Now I always aftertaste the taste until my mouth watered. Man is really a strange animal. When it is popular in the streets, you dislike its low taste. When it no longer disappears, you are looking for it under the banner of nostalgia ... "Listen-don't-look". These four words are easy to pronounce, and you can even use them as slogans … but how many people can really do this? !
No matter what is vulgar or elegant in the eyes of the secular, it is already sad just to pass in your heart. Who can evaluate a completely different new voice completely objectively, after his previous impression is deeply rooted in your heart? Sometimes, it is our own heart that is the most difficult to control, a hidden vanity that can't be waved away, and a complex that can't be solved.
Save as, save as, is a computer instruction. Unlike saving, abandoning the original, only staying until the end, all deletions or changes are irreversible and have a decisive significance. Preserving as it is means that the original is still there and the new life is independent of each other. This seemingly gentle re-establishment is not destructive, but the final result is the same as preservation. This seems to be a clue in the music of good girls.
Save As …, a good girl album of the same name in 2000, was met by me in 2004. Sometimes the stubbornness of standing still is really harmful, but now I vaguely recall that I didn't accept new songs when I listened to the charts in early 2000, just because they changed, because they were out of tune with the impression given by my first album in 1998. So, I chose to give up listening, so I conveyed the voice in their hearts at that time. But anyway, good girl, this is an unforgettable name, and there are always too many memories about youth. That kind of influence rushes with the blood, quietly waiting for another opportunity to make it erupt. Caught off guard, after the dreamlike night on March 6, 2004, some people in a certain time and place have been frozen into eternity, and I finally took a look back in hindsight.
Now it seems that the second album of Wheat Field is actually quite advanced. It's been four years, and I don't feel out of date at all. Although it is no longer the first time, high-spirited, high-spirited and low-key music has the same moving power. According to my current mentality, I prefer to repeat this record over and over again in the CD player, so that the music can slowly spread out a "field" to accommodate my ears and heart. According to Xiao Wei, the first album dragged on for nearly five years, so it showed a more diverse and jumping music style. And "Save As …" from writing songs, recording to publishing, the speed is very fast, and it takes two years before and after, which truly reflects the state of the band at that time. This is change, not just colorful fairy tales. Let's describe it in another way.
Several songs in this album still retain the legacy of the first album, such as Fall from Grace, You and Oh! ? "The jumping rhythm and naughty singing still reveal the sly appearance. What is even more touching is a few slow songs with low-key colors. From When You Cry to Time Submarine to Hero and Fan, there is an emotion running through it, and people are slowly pulled out of an invisible net by notes.
One morning when I was depressed, I listened to When You Are Crying and Time Submarine and cried quietly. I made up my mind when I dried my tears and got into bed. Xiao Wei sang "Dreams come true" repeatedly, so I believed it. This is such a simple belief. In the song, I am a child without distractions, listening to the ticking of the bell and the melodious flute, slowly sinking on a submarine of time. The dark deep sea may be where I really belong. The seemingly cold place is actually the closest place to the earth's crust, where hot magma rolls below. The warmth of the undercurrent makes me like holding a seed, which is the hope when I grow up.
Wheat fields are like this to me. You can sing when you are happy, and you won't be sad when you are depressed. Those raised faces, those waving hands, those gathered songs, and the tears in everyone's eyes under the blue sky all prove that nothing has gone far, and we are still watching.
Wheat field I or II is just a symbol, flying, jumping or falling to sleep only represents a state, and this moment or that moment will eventually become a thing of the past. Back to nature, making music is the most important thing. A few years of precipitation means a profound change in inner loyalty. When bone blood is presented in another way, it is no longer treated narrowly. Finally, I found that Rome was not built in a day, and love was not achieved overnight. The reconstructed world is so beautiful.
It's so sad to see someone sigh that "we always grow old too fast, but we are too smart". Looking back, seize the beauty that can be retained and prove that youth is still there. I hope it's not too late for me to be smart. We can keep a young face for each other in the song.
"We snuggle up to each other and make our dreams come true … I will accompany you to the end and make your dreams come true …"