知道马修·连恩,是因为那首《布列瑟农》。我永远记得,初识《布列瑟农》的心境:教堂的钟声敲过,一个男声开始低诉,其舒缓低沉、沧桑磁性的嗓音,仿佛一场细雨飘过,淋湿了很多东西。这时,悠扬的萨克斯又赶来抒情,别离的忧伤,把世界忧伤了,把视线忧伤了,甚至,把火车忧伤了。听,火车嗒卡嗒卡,渐渐远去。一个游子的伤痛被带走,只留下怀恋 Know Matthew Liann, because that song “Bressanone.” I will always remember the acquaintance of the “Bressanone” state of mind: the chime of the church was knocked over, a male voice began to complain, its soothing, vicissitudes of the magnetic voice, as if a drizzle drifted away, soaked a lot of things . At this time, the melodious saxophone came again to express emotions, apart from the sorrow, the world sad, the line of sight sad, and even sad train. Listen, the train 嗒 卡 card, gradually fading away. The pain of a wanderer was taken away, leaving only nostalgia