Many times, I want to break the keyboard or swear at others. When I can’t figure it out, as soon as the music is turned on, everything around me seems to have changed.It’s really a mysterious force.In the melody of a beautiful song, it seems that there are many people who have never met but have the same emotions. Why can songs make everyone meet? Perhaps because “you” is another “me”.When Hua Chenyu was born in the air, there was no way to control his amazing soul. Some people said that the unique charm of Hua Chenyu’s singing lies in his singing of an emotion, a state, and no constraints. It seems that he has made a lot of preparations everywhere, but it is always in an unrestrained state.

Hua Chenyu, a young man with a sharp and coquettish voice, encountered Lin Xiwan’s words, which made the song “Dust in the Fireworks” infuse some ethereal flavor into the popular composition, making it both pleasant and unique.

This song is great and beautiful, because from the beginning, the singer regarded himself as a dust and began to fall in the fireworks

Dust is an uninvited cover. Here in this song, “dust” is the sustenance of the free soul, seeking boredom from the bustle, hovering over others’ happiness and loneliness, flying and falling

Hua Chenyu

At ten o’clock in the evening, “Dust in the Fireworks” was playing on the earpiece. Lao Tzu was rocking along the riverside on his bicycle. As the accompaniment and Hua Chenyu’s voice filled his ears, many strange images suddenly became hot, surging on both sides of his ears and above his head. He thought of the lovers in the dark in the woods, whispering the fleeting sweetness;

Thinking of the silent fireworks I saw standing on a small balcony with someone I secretly love;

Thinking of the asphalt road soaked in supermarket rain for four or five days, I refused to dry it;

Thinking of the dinner he had with his old father, the taste of his tobacco and wine changed from strong to weak until he couldn’t recall it;

Thinking of the gleaming crack of the rusty door, I cast my shadow in the corner of the wall, twisting my arms outside;

Thinking of the days of living on Earth;

Thinking of the monologue that I had sung in the crowd,

A pantomime to continue singing;

……

At eleven o’clock in the evening, someone is doing night shift customer service; Some people boil their liver overnight and rush to PPT, pulling their hair and scalp for a statement; Someone works as a commercial broker at night, swallowing alcohol and laughing

At this moment, how good it would be to be a dust to look at the night.

“But Xiye’s words are like a hook, pulling one’s consciousness back to the song.”.

Watching the flying dust fall down

No one found it there/so free

The main song starts with the dust flying, nobody cares, nobody cares, but it’s more free and easy. It’s like being a happy junkie, or doing useless work back and forth for a beloved thing, being more free. Even if no one cares.

An old child lives in my heart

If the world doesn’t understand expressing itself to the shadow

This is the word of the main song for the second time, and the image of “old child” is absolutely unique, just as Hua Chenyu and Lin Xi collided to create a new identity – old child, which was searched on the internet and used by several screens of articles this time. If Xi Ye were an advertiser, the world would have a bit more beautiful.

Everyone hides such an “old child”, even if he speaks rudely enough for 100000 times, he still maintains a pollution-free innocence towards society, even though in the eyes of others, he is simply stupid: he may not make big money, not think for his own interests, not reflect his own identity, not clever enough to surpass others, and not bold in confessing to his beloved.

As an adult, you cannot avoid all the problems that arise. Even if there are children living, they also suffer from fatigue and old age.

The lyrics of the chorus, interwoven with rhythm and drums, once again highlight Lin Xi’s lonely concealment and sensitive narcissism.

“Watching the desert, waiting for the flowers to bloom” is why is it so obsessed?

“Listen to the truth of heaven, don’t want to understand”, who is it and why is it so debauchery?

It’s all because, as mentioned at the beginning of the song, I’m just a “flying dust”. Only me, or me.

I don’t know where to start and where to end.

I don’t know. What do I want to leave behind? Or is it covered with another layer of dust?

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