The more you listen, the colder it gets.

Although my brother is famous for his fast songs, I like his slow song "Warm-up" best.

Although the name is "heating", the more you listen, the colder it gets. The warm-up in Cantonese is called the coldest day.

The coldest day is the representative work of the poet Wang Linxi.

The author of Warm-up is Yang Lide, a famous advertiser, photographer and music producer in Taiwan Province Province. Cai Qin, Tom Zhang, May and so on. Successfully packaged, many well-known music lyrics such as "Will you still love me tomorrow", "Dedication" and "Dear Children". He wrote it.

Yang Lide first created the trendy word "studio". At the same time, he is also an expert in marketing strategy, active in mainland advertising, including Head & Shoulders, Wrigley gum and so on.

If Lin's ci is good at lyricism, then Yang Lide is a master of painting.

"Heating" describes a picture of despair to us, deep despair.

The song "Warm Up" was written by Chen, a fat aunt who wrote Agreement, Whose tears are flying, He doesn't love me, Ten Years and The Next Dawn.

No matter how good the words and songs are, it is always the singer's interpretation that can touch people's hearts. My brother's voice, seemingly empty, makes people colder and colder. As if it were a spring breeze, despair and loneliness slowly emerged.

Just like a cup of warm water, there is no way to keep warm on an empty leaf.

Just like us in the world, although we hold our arms tightly, our body temperature slowly drifts away. ...

Eason Chan also covered the coldest day, but the more he listened, the warmer it became. Eason Chan doesn't have that kind of lonely temperament. He can't sing his brother's loneliness and helplessness.

Leslie Cheung once said that every time he sang a song, he would think of a story and put his feelings into it. When the performance was warm, my brother thought of Amao (Teresa Mo). The only woman who touched her brother turned him down.

At the beginning, an insider revealed that if Amao accepted his brother's proposal, maybe he wouldn't come out, maybe just maybe.

Life is like a traveler running on a cold night, running to the end of the world, endless. There will never be light and warmth.

Only two cold hearts, snuggling up to each other for warmth. Love is our only identity! Without love, the world will fall into endless cold and endless abyss. My brother's love is gone. My brother used his talent to tell us what it means to be sadder than dead.

Maybe it's true that Amao closed his brother's world, completely dark and completely desperate. "Heating" is not a trace of warmth, so cold that the soles of your feet are frozen.

I offer you a "warm-up":

The footsteps on a cold night are two people,

Being chased all the way,

Your eyes are still so naive,

This is a question that I have hidden for a long time.

A journey to the end of the world, two people,

Rolling in the deep,

Is your clenched hand still cold?

Until the end of the world, just us,

Don't hide your lonely heart,

Although the world is more cruel than we thought.

I won't cover my lonely eyes,

Just because I want to see your innocence,

We can keep warm by hugging,

We can snuggle up and live together,

Even in the ice and snow,

Lost his identity.

We can keep warm by hugging,

We can snuggle up and live together,

Even in the vast sea of people,

It will sink.

The journey to the end of the world is two people.

Rolling in the deep,

Is your clenched hand still cold?

Until the end of the world, just us,

Don't hide your lonely heart,

Although the world is more cruel than we thought.

I won't cover my lonely eyes,

Just because I want to see your innocence,

We can keep warm by hugging,

We can snuggle up and live together,

Even in the ice and snow,

Lost his identity.

We can keep warm by hugging,

We can snuggle up and live together,

Even in the vast sea of people,

It will sink.