Li Le created "92 Youth Stories", a song to youth

"92 Youth Story" is a personal single written by Li Le during a trip. This folk song, which is a little youthful and sad, records Li Le's personal understanding of youth, and also uses this song to commemorate the upcoming youth. The passing away and the woman he once loved deeply.

The creation of this song and Li Le's unique voice perfectly interpret love and being loved. This lonely and lonely artistic conception is full of touching and intoxicating, and it makes people never get tired of hearing it late at night.

Li Le, Han nationality, native of Danzhou, Hainan Province, original singer, original songs "92 Youth Stories","Scar" and "Leaving the Last Loneliness"; Li Le officially debuted at Micro-Times Media Company; he participated in Beijing Music Original in 2016, and signed a contract with Jiangsu Micro-Times Media Company in 2018, with albums such as "Scar" and "92 Youth Stories".

92 Youth Story-Li Le Ci: Li Le Qu: Hao Yun Arrangement: Hao Yun Mixing: Beijing Underground Trend Producer: Micro-era Media, the light rain, the haze, the breeze gradually came, the years were silent confessions, the shadows were heavy, the story had not yet been revealed, the past was blank, the thoughts were gradually buried, the waiting thing never came, I should wait for who to come back, I was loved, I was injured, and I expected that this unknown wind would continue to blow north People who are scattered have not yet returned. Gorgeous words and notes can embellish the defeat of others. Please, intoxicated servants will feel inferior. Everyone can understand it, but passers-by can treat them sadly. Although the United States has never realized that it doesn't matter what left behind, the helplessness of the busy dragonflies chasing with shame, who would have expected it to be like this? The wind from north to south continues to blow away in the north and the people begin to wander away in the north, the taste of waiting for them to return, the fearless ideals always retreat, even if I have to be comforted, it is always erased that life is too haggard, the disease peeping, but the afterglow of the wind continues to blow north in doubt The so-called flying south is starting from the beginning, starting from the south, and looking back at the hazy past, let it stay on the spiral, and the flowers have not yet borne fruit, and the scars have fallen in the soil and sprouted. The wind continues to blow and the heavy rain continues to fall, one day it will grow big.