Even though Bei Chen hadn't had time to practice the piano part of the song, Lin Sen had already mastered the guitar part.
He must really like it, and he must have really put in a lot of effort.
"Every relationship feels like a gamble."
"I gave everything and don't know what I got in return."
"Perhaps having loved at least taught me to find感动 (being moved) or 内容 (contentment)."
"It's hard to say whether you win or lose when love comes to an end."
The first half hour was spent not only getting familiar with the song, but also controlling my emotions.
At this point, Lu Jiuning's emotions will erupt even further, as if he wants to vent all his anger and helplessness.
Billie sings about her own life, a denunciation and condemnation of her two failed marriages.
It expresses deep hatred and disgust for men who commit bigamy, cheat on their spouses, or commit domestic violence.
For her, isn't that feeling of helplessness and loneliness exactly what love looks like?
For Lu Jiuning, her songs are also about her own life.
The outburst at this moment is not about the failure or success of love, but about the deep-seated hatred and resentment towards arranged marriages between families.
Her current struggle is precisely for that huge gamble of 1 billion over three years!
She didn't want to lose, and she couldn't afford to lose!
There's an interlude at 2 minutes and 51 seconds, featuring an electric guitar solo.
The first note is like an explosion, then it gradually thins out, and then there are ups and downs.
Lin Sen did not set the overdrive too high, which would increase the transparency of the tone and make the high frequencies clearer during the performance.
His playing possesses a visibly breathy quality.
The flavor of hard rock gradually emerged.
It was this exceptional control that created a perfect harmony with Lu Jiuning's singing, moving every listener.
It resonated deeply with listeners who had their own stories to tell.
Like someone who has just gone through a breakup, drunk and walking on unfamiliar streets, tears on his face drying again and again, his heart weary and numb.
The warm days of the past are long gone, leaving only the cruel reality, which crashes down on my fragile heart like a raging flood...
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