▇ The thing in the song ▇ Don't love me, if it's just lonely

▇ Things in the Song ▇ I often hear a story when I listen to a song, maybe it's a previous life, maybe it's an afterlife.

Do you have such experience?

An old song that I haven't seen for a long time, in the stirring of a cup of afternoon coffee, outside the MRT window when I go home at night, or looking through the drawer to find something I am not sure where to put it, the familiar melody suddenly strikes, and the tune of the story takes you Going back to the youth and bondage of that song, and the astrologer said, "Today is a good day to reminisce."

Full of dust, the ones that used to be in old tin boxes. Some secrets are hard to tell, so I have to hum and sing.

This city is a bustling desert. It is only suitable for blooming coquettish neon. Sad people walk around the streets to inquire about the whereabouts of happiness. Love is just a legend.

Perhaps love can be compared to a bustling lost city.
This is a poetic symbol, but also a sarcasm.
He didn't know that she was following the path he had taken, after he had left. He took the map and guessed which city with a beautiful name she would end up in.

Shangri-La? he thinks.
She has always liked the name Shangri-La. She once said to him with pursed pink lips: "Take me to Shangri-La, it must be a city suitable for lovers." He touched her head and said, "Okay, you are good. When I finish my work, I'll take you there." She was dissatisfied with such a perfunctory answer, and kept arguing to go now, although he knew that she was spoiled, he didn't want to give in, so he only gave her a little comfort After the look in her eyes, she ignored her unreasonable troubles. But he didn't expect that the little girl was playful and suddenly escaped from his life, leaving him no chance to keep him. She couldn't wait for the promise, so she put on her wings and left.

I understand the message in your eyes, like the fire that is ready to start a prairie at any time, the dangerous beauty I have seen, and it left a wound because of it

He asked around about her whereabouts.

Like the moon revolving around the sun, the light and shadow on her body fluctuate from strength to strength, and her distance affects the rhythm of his breathing. He can't locate it, and he can't find a trace of her flowing hair or a light footprint.

How can there be love that disappears out of thin air? He doesn't understand.
He didn't understand whether the babble she whispered in his ear was a dream, or was it her joke? He didn't understand that only his eyes seemed real in her coquettish eyes, or was it her usual trick to seduce men?

He didn't know how sad he was to lose her, all he knew was that after looking for her for a long time, the garden of love was full of thorns. He didn't intend to believe that there was this city, he was afraid, she landed like a fairy again, and flew away at the moment of burning.

He had no intention of actually finding her.
And she has always been clear.

Don't love me if it's just lonely if it won't be long if you don't have the certainty of anchoring don't love me don't give me excuses don't make me weak don't push me into a mirage

From then on, he no longer believed in innocent eyes written with loneliness and lips longing for hugs. The process of chasing Shangri-La is more important than finding Shangri-La. His love was buried by himself, buried in the city built in his mind, like a mirage city.

And she didn't go anywhere. In the thorns of his barren heart, she adored her eternally thinking about the inscription on the future epitaph: "Don't love, I don't, love me."

This song is really good in both the song and the lyrics. But at that time, Zheng Zhongji and his small eyes should be considered popular in Taiwan, right? The lyrics shouted so hard, but he sang it with ease and energy, and the cry was good.

Saying "no", but it sounds like a request no matter what.

Perhaps this is one of the typical relationship models of love, showing weakness to be strong in order to retreat. No matter how long the song is, the desires in the heart of people are not too different, contradictory and true. I hope you love me because you simply love me, not because of loneliness, not because of need, not because it's just me.

But if so, so what?