When I moved to London, I listened to the Cranberries so often as my flatmate was a big fan of them, and in the end I was addicted to their music, too.
In the same year, I went to Ireland fist time in my life. The moist air with smell of turf was something I would feel in their music.
Nowadays, I rarely listen to the Cranberries any more but when I see those scenery of Ireland with very heavy clouds, I still can't help looking up their album with a little nostalgia.
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