1 wedding dress adapted from suicide note. ..

A female college student and her boyfriend really want love. ..

The day after she gave up her body. ..

The man abandoned her. ..

therefore ..

She is wearing a red wedding dress. ..

Suicide. ..

2 "Wedding Dress": The heroine wearing a wedding dress was raped on the day of engagement. His mother asked the heroine to take the poison when she knew it was poison, but the heroine didn't cry when she knew it was poison. After his mother sang this song, she might have buried the heroine in that man's backyard. Maybe it was feudal at that time, so this result was obtained. ...

3 "Wedding Clothes": A happy woman who is about to get married lives happily every day, but she didn't expect that one thing disrupted her life and took her life. ........

One night after work, she was walking in the dark, and then a man followed him all the time, but she didn't realize that the man raped her that night. She didn't tell anyone, just went home and told her mother not to tell her husband, but the night before the wedding, she couldn't help telling her husband because she believed that her husband wouldn't abandon her because of this, but her husband's family was rich and powerful. My house, so her husband was afraid that others would tell me everything outside, so he left her. On the night of her wedding, she wore a white wedding dress and lay in a new bed in her new house. She cut her wrist and killed herself. Her blood dyed the white wedding dress red. No one knows that she recorded this song to curse her husband since she committed suicide.

Song evaluation: It's really hard to hear this song, which makes people feel immersive, as if they can feel his helplessness and sadness. It's creepy, and the tone is a bit like distortion and repetition. In fact, it is the composer's deliberate interpretation of sentimental songs. The song is very strange, and the voice is very good! All the hate in missing is death in love!

Wu Hongfei: Wu Hongfei, a female rock singer with a master's degree, is the lead singer. She enjoys high evaluation and popularity in Beijing band circle. She has published books, singles and loyal fans of all ages.

Lyrics:

Mom, take care of me, my red wedding dress.

Don't let me die too early.

Ah ~ ~ ah ~ ~ ah ~ ~

Your hair that fell at night

You close your eyes at night.

This is a secret agreement.

It belongs to me, it belongs to you.

The wedding dress is red.

The poison is white.

I hope the woman you touched won't stop bleeding.

It's not my fault for a spring night.

I hope the woman you touched is rotting.

It's not my fault for a spring night.

Mom, I'm back .. Look up at me and tell me, am I still beautiful? Am I still cute? My smooth forehead, bright eyes, upturned corners of the mouth, pink cheeks and rosy lips are still different.

I can't touch myself. I may have forgotten myself somewhere, under the crimson veil, in the confusing neon, in the white smoke. ..

Mom, can you imagine what kind of happiness that is? I'm telling you, it's beautiful, just like a poppy in full bloom in the dark, enchanting and lingering, with an attractive and desperate breath, winding up, sweet as poison, infiltrating into the bone marrow, the pain of puncture and the pale pleasure, walking on clouds, drunk and dreaming, mom, and finally burning in an instant.

At that time, I could see myself, graceful, smiling like a flower, soft limbs, fluttering dresses, wriggling like butterflies dancing in the firelight. Mom, I've always been a beautiful child, haven't I?

......

I want to use these to carve the deepest hidden brand in his heart, like a pink rotten petal. Let him remember me forever, my body is like a white snake in full bloom in the dark, a brilliant and desperate expression like a moth, and a deep, shallow and leaky whisper like a dream ... all these will remind him of me, and then every woman around him will smile, smile and coquetry. ...

......

Mom, I'm very tired now. I want to go home. I still have the strength to find my way home-the way I wore a white and blue skirt, holding my father's right hand with my left hand and holding your laughter countless times-but I have no strength to find myself again.

Mom, tell me. Am I still your little girl? Am I as beautiful as before? Can I go back to my room and lie in the crib again? Can I hug the puppet that my classmate gave me again? Can I still smile quietly and contentedly in my dream? ....

But mom, why are you crying? Is it because I haven't seen you for so long? Do you miss me?

Come on, mom, stop crying. I'm back. I'm not going. I won't go there again. I will always be your dear little daughter, pettish you and smile at you. My left hand holds my father's right hand, and I will always be with you. ...

Mom, I still have a lot to say and ask you ... but now ... I'm sleepy ... let me sleep for a while, okay, mom ... just for a while, I'm sleepy. ....

When I woke up ....