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看着旁边拿着望远镜的小兄弟,
『请问,你是铁粉?』
「大哥,我是假粉,我女朋友是铁粉」
『ohh~~~,那我也是假粉。我不会唱几首呢』
「大哥,我同样也不会」
『ohh~~~』
结果,
从第一首唱到最后一首,
我扛着单反录了一晚上演唱会,全是旁边小哥的歌声,
他女朋友也录了一晚上,相机对着她旁边的男朋友,
果然都是假粉,

一直以来觉得自己,
不是一名合适的五迷,
不象周围可爱的人从第一首跟唱到最后一首,
只是静静的坐着听着,
十万人合唱的恋爱ing,
举起手机当荧光棒的温柔,
跟着安可安可最后一首歌,

那别人触不可及的盛夏里,
风吹雨落,岁月沧桑刻下,
请好好的,
我们自己就是观众,,,
请不打扰,
那些爱人温柔,,,










Watching the young brother next to me holding binoculars,
“Excuse me, are you a die-hard fan?”
“Brother, I’m a fake fan, my girlfriend is the die-hard fan”
“Ohhh~~~, then I’m also a fake fan. I can’t sing many songs”
“Brother, me neither”
“Ohhh~~~”
As a result,
From the first song to the last,
I carried a DSLR to record the concert all night, but all I captured was the voice of the guy next to me,
His girlfriend also recorded all night, her camera pointing at her boyfriend next to her,
Turns out everyone was a fake fan,

Always felt like I,
Was not a suitable Mayday fan,
Unlike the lovely people around me who sang along from the first song to the last,
Just sitting quietly and listening,
The hundred-thousand-person chorus of “Love Ing”,
Raising my phone as a glow stick’s gentleness,
Following the encore, encore, to the last song,

In that summer that others can’t reach,
Wind and rain fall, years and hardships carved,
Please take care,
We ourselves are the audience,,,
Please don’t disturb,
Those lovers’ gentleness,,,