Just finished watching Soda Green's "I miss you" MV, wondering why there is no storyline in this MV, just Qingfeng standing in a few scenic spots and singing motionlessly.
There are no scenes that remind you of the life you once had; there are no places where you stepped over the footprints you once made together; there are no movements that tread lightly on the dance of memory.
The countries you traveled to, the things you liked to eat, the specific styles of clothes, the unique patterned cuts, the overheated climate you couldn't help but complain about, the drinks you accidentally flipped on the floor, the hairdresser picking up the hair clippers to create a bold and daring
making your top, sitting on the same bus at the same time to the same place ... ...Wherever you go, wherever you see, even if you become a self that you don't even recognize, actually all attached to the shadow of whoever you are, but once you turn around, you are only left with your own
shadow. And perhaps, your shadow, in the world you do not know, also exists at the same time in the heart of who, who turned back.
There are some memories that even they pretend to forget; there are some emotions that even they pretend to be unharmed; there are some smiles that are given to friends who don't worry about your blessings; there are some tears that only belong to themselves in the darkness after the lights are turned off.
Is there any cry for hate, but there is no place to talk about it, no one to listen to it, like a bottle of tree that does not intend to blossom, but grows all the thoughts into a root, which unconsciously occupies a soil so vast that it cannot be measured, and which cannot be transplanted except in the case of death?
There are no voices that remind you of the existence of thoughts; there are no words that are prescribed to be written only to introduce a song that is no more direct.
Is there some nonsense, just to bring you into, in addition to listening to simply should not be more interpretation, emotion more shaking for fear of dripping out of a song.
I miss you, I miss you. There is nothing else.