那天,长发飘飘的他骑着摩托车奔赴一场演出。速度与激青让他深觉人生的美好。也难怪,十一月,碧云天,黄叶地,美得像极了童话。他的生活亦是铺了红地毯,闪着镁光灯的童话。他的事业正在顶峰,他的舞步和歌声迷倒了所有的人。他的生活里到处是鲜花和掌声。可一切,止于那个午后三点。太阳明晃晃的,飞驰而来的大货车从他的身边驶过,像风刮起了一片落叶,他从高处摔到地面,生活就此改变。 That day, fluttering hair he rode a motorcycle to a performance. Speed ​​and passion let him feel the good life. No wonder, in November, Biyun days, yellow leaves, the United States like a fairy tale. His life is also covered with a red carpet, flashlight flashlight fairy tale. His career is at its peak, his dance and singing all the people lost. His life is full of flowers and applause. Everything can be done, ending at three o’clock in the afternoon. The sun shining, speeding big truck passing by from his side, like a wind blowing a leaf, he fell to the ground from height, this change in life.