夜,静卧。朦胧中似有似无的乐声如丝如缕地滑入耳畔,在历经喧嚣后的夜晚响起,平添了几分静谧。我微笑,庆幸这世上又有一人,与我同爱这纯净如水般的乐音,同爱在玫瑰丛中的海棠。记忆不经意间转向从前。架子鼓密集的鼓点撕裂了小院中的宁静,贝斯、电子琴、电吉他也不甘示弱地紧随其后,迅速交织成一个热火朝天的音乐派对。我丝毫不顾窗台上被惊得振翅而飞的 Night, lying still. Misty seems like no music flowing into your ears, after the noise of the night sounded, adding a bit quiet. I am smiling, and I am glad that there is another man in this world, and I love the pure, watery music, and the love of Begonia, which is in the rose bush. Memory inadvertently turned to the past. Drum drums intensive drums tearing the tranquility of the small courtyard, bass, keyboards, electric guitars are not to be outdone to follow closely and rapidly intertwined into a thriving music party. I did not mind the windowsill was shocked and fly