The audience, who had been crying loudly, suddenly seemed to be under a magical spell and gradually quieted down.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the radiant figure in the center of the stage.
His singing voice was as gentle as a breeze across a lake.
Yet it is also imbued with boundless power and a sense of redemption.
Like a clear spring, it slowly flows into the depths of people's long-parched hearts.
As Wen He sang the last line of the lyrics, the entire venue fell into a brief but solemn silence.
This silence lasted only a few seconds before it was broken by an even more surging and violent cry.
The crying was more intense and heart-wrenching than before.
It seems like they want to release all the pain and grievances that have been building up inside them at once.
The reason people broke down like this is because it was during their most lonely and helpless moments...
Wen He appeared beside them as if an angel had descended.
And she whispered to them, "Don't be afraid, I'm here with you."
This is a simple yet heartwarming statement.
For those souls who have long been accustomed to bearing suffering alone.
It was like a bolt of lightning piercing the dark night sky.
It instantly illuminated their hearts.
"Seventh is watching a performance by a large group of people~"
"The fluorescent light is everywhere, but I can't see anything..."
"Sixth is eating alone and writing books alone~"
"Piecing together the puzzle of time alone..."
Fifth is riding a bicycle across unfamiliar streets.
"Hesitating in the crowded sea of people..."
"The fourth is to draw musical staves on a blank sheet of paper~"
“Every line seems to be the world’s will…”
Wen He sang each line.
Their hearts would tremble violently.
It was as if something had been touched.
People who are going through this may have already gotten used to that kind of lonely life, so they don't feel that it is too painful.
But what if we observe our past selves from the perspective of an observer, or even from God's point of view?
Only then will we realize...
The smiles on his face became fewer and fewer.
I have fewer and fewer friends around me.
There are fewer and fewer people I can play games with.
There are fewer and fewer people who can share joy and sorrow.
As everyone walks along, they eventually find themselves all alone.
My friends, with whom I used to go to the toilet together, have all gone their separate ways.
Gradually, it became a situation where I went to concerts, movies, ate hot pot, and even went to the hospital all by myself.
This song really hurts me... It feels like every line is singing about me... I'm not actually that upset when I'm alone... but that's only if no one reminds me...
[The fourth one, it's probably a gift Wen He gave to himself... It feels like every song he sings now is a testament to the world...]
He's already suffered so much loneliness and hardship, yet he only ranks fourth... So what about third, second, or even first...?
[Wen He, please stop singing... A friend of mine is devastated... He said he's feeling terrible, I hope you'll be kind and stop hurting him...]
People who can listen to this song without crying... must have very happy lives... I'm so envious...
However……
After singing this part.
The warm chorus rang out once again.
It's like stabbing someone a dozen times and then giving them a piece of candy.
Even so, everyone was willing to accept it.
After all, there are people in this world who are willing to give them a piece of candy and warm their hearts.
There aren't many left...
May your journey be long and arduous, and may your deep affection not be betrayed.
"Though we can't go back to the past, we can't go back to how things were back then."
May you drift through half your life, and find your home in this one.
May the storms end for you, and may someone keep you from loneliness.
Wen He's sudden tenderness.
It is like a heart-shaped blade that is both incredibly sharp and warm.
It struck the hearts of everyone present in a way that caught them completely off guard.
However, this seemingly cold and ruthless knife did not cause pain or harm.
Instead, it felt like a warm, blazing current.
It quickly seeped into their hearts, which had become cold and hardened from long-term loneliness.
It nourishes every inch of it.
Thirdly, pretend to be mature and pretend to be busy.
"Pretend you're good at being alone..."
The second is passing through countless lights in thousands of homes~
"Yet no one is waiting for me on my way home..."
"The first thing was receiving a letter from home far away."
"If you're tired of taking care of yourself, don't hold back your tears..."
The moment when these three kinds of loneliness were finally sung out.
It was as if a massive bomb had been detonated on the spot!
People who were already unable to hold back their tears finally broke down completely.
Please... don't install surveillance cameras in my house... I can manage on my own, I'm actually very good at being alone, I'm not lonely... I'm not... Waaaaah... I really want friends too!
I'm the kind of person who shouts "I'm free and unrestrained on my own," but then glances at couples out of the corner of my eye. I admit it, I've broken down. I actually crave love too...
[Of all the lights in the houses, not a single one was left on for me. I held back, but my mom called and told me to take good care of myself while I was out alone. I really couldn't hold it in anymore...]
I used to think that when I started making money, I'd eat instant noodles every day, order takeout all the time, and eat whatever I wanted without getting nagged by my family. But after entering the workforce, I realized that those were truly junk food; eating too much of them made me sick of them. Only my mom's cooking is something I never get tired of.
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