那个时候还小，喜欢的歌也多半是因为家中有的几个磁带。
那个时候，喜欢的，全是因为别人喜欢的，听得多了也就喜欢了。

这首歌，当时感觉是奔放的，开放的，穿着很妖艳，当时我无法接受那种打扮的，现在也不是很喜欢，但听歌，也不在乎那些视觉因素了。仅仅听歌儿就OK啦。
叶倩文--潇洒走一回

to know that I can say I love you.
you are my special things.
that's the joy you bring,
I'm flying without wings.

Westlift 成名作。

不要告诉我这次又偷换！！！

@wufeiyu
太神奇了。
当我看你回复的时候，听到耳机里面两个声音。。。
才知道我酷狗开着，正在播放westlife的flying without wings
感觉好开心哇。

哈哈。。。
喜欢这几个帅小伙~~
就是可惜解散了啊。。。
哎。。。
曾几何时，我是多么着迷。。。

BSB粉丝投票 6月Top10歌曲，其中两首新单

Trouble is a friend
wish everything goes better.

it's a wonderful experience, he's a special little person.
感动于101岁的老太太和5岁孩童的对话。
加油，little boy

BSB新歌
Breathe，不插电版

非官方，粉丝录制。
英国
看Brian陶醉而又可爱的搞怪吧。

Incomplete
Backstreet Boys
Empty spaces
fill me up with holes
Distant faces
with no place left to go
Without you within me
I can’t find no rest
Where I’m going
is anybody’s guess
I’ve tried to go on like
I never knew you
I’m awake but my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I’m going to be is
Incomplete
Voices tell me
I should carry on
But I am swimming
in an ocean all alone
Baby, my baby
It’s written on your face
You still wonder
if we made a big mistake
I’ve tried to go on like I never knew you
I’m awake but my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I’m going to be is
Incomplete
I don’t mean to drag it on
But I can’t seem to let you go
I don’t wanna make you face this world alone
I wanna let you go alone
I’ve tried to go on like I never knew you
I’m awake but my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I’m going to be is
Incomplete
Incomplete

Snow, Aldo

BY: Jennifer Aniston

Once, I was in New York,
in Central Park, and I saw
an old man in a black overcoat walking
a black dog. This was springtime
and the trees were still
bare and the sky was
gray and low and it began, suddenly,
to snow:
big fat flakes
that twirled and landed on the
black of the man's overcoat and
the black dog's fur. The dog
lifted his face and stared
up at the sky. The man looked
up, too. "Snow, Aldo," he said to the dog,
"snow." And he laughed.
The dog looked
at him and wagged his tail.
If I was in charge of making
snow globes, this is what I would put inside:
the old man in the black overcoat,
the black dog,
two friends with their faces turned up to the sky
as if they were receiving a blessing,
as if they were being blessed together
by something
as simple as snow
in March.