With the added benefit of an immersive, top-tier experience, viewers and netizens were quickly captivated by Jiang He's singing.
A sense of melancholy welled up in my heart, as if I had been waiting for a very, very long time, long enough for the trees to have formed ring after ring of their annual growth...
However, the one I'm waiting for hasn't returned yet.
A question inevitably arises: Where did they go? Why am I waiting here? Will I ever see them again?
As if to answer their questions, Jiang He's heavenly voice began to sing softly.
"How many stories of the pagoda have collapsed? Whose soul has been broken?"
"Pain rushes straight to a flickering lamp, to the collapsed mountain gate."
"Let me wait a little longer, history will turn around,"
"Waiting for the wine to mature, waiting for you to play a tune on the guzheng..."
The mountain gate collapsed, the Buddhist temple was in ruins, and a lone lamp flickered in the night.
A strong sense of historical vicissitude washes over you, as if you were standing in that dilapidated ancient temple in the mountains.
I've been waiting for you here for so long.
Over time, the once ancient temples fell into ruin and turned to dust, becoming a speck of dust left behind as the wheels of history rolled by.
But you still haven't come back.
However, I still have no regrets. My greatest wish is to wait for you to return, to warm wine with you and reminisce, and to play a piece on the guzheng for you.
What a deep and passionate love, what a poignant and beautiful story!
Then, this emotion reached its peak when Jiang He sang the climax of the song.
"The rain falls in torrents, and the grass and trees grow deep in my old hometown."
I've heard that you've always been alone.
"The weathered city gate, with its gnarled roots of old trees,"
"What echoes on the stone slab is, 'Wait...'"
"The rain falls in torrents, and the grass and trees grow deep in my old hometown."
“I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.”
"The sound of a shepherd's flute from the outskirts of the city falls on that wild village."
"Our destiny has taken root..."
The perspective shifts, and the audience becomes the one who has been waiting all along.
After many years, I have finally returned to my hometown.
But my hometown has long since changed.
Many years have passed, and the once prosperous capital city has long since turned into ruins.
The city was deserted, overgrown with weeds and trees. The city gates were mottled and covered by tree roots, showing no trace of their former vitality.
The person who had been waiting for him in the temple was no longer there.
I only learned about it from snippets of conversation with others.
It turns out that all these years, she had been waiting for him, waiting until the very end of her life...
Even on the stone slab, the echoes were of waiting...
But in the end, he never got to see her.
It's so bitter, so incredibly bitter.
Everyone felt as if their hearts were being gripped by an invisible hand, and the pain was so intense that they could hardly breathe.
On stage, Jiang He's singing continued.
He lowered his voice and sang slowly in a deep, melancholic tone.
"Listening to youth brings laughter, making many people envious."
"The annals of history are not gentle; their writing is too harsh."
Fireworks fade quickly, and people part ways easily.
"And you are asking if I am still serious."
"A thousand years later, with love spanning lifetimes, who is still waiting?"
"And how could the annals of history not be true, as recorded in the Book of Wei regarding Luoyang?"
"If you are with them, it means you were married in a previous life."
"Follow the mortal world, follow me, and wander through life..."
How fleeting are fireworks, how easily people part ways!
Just as everyone was deeply saddened by these poignant words, Jiang He took a deep breath on stage and, releasing her pent-up emotions, sang rapidly in a rap-like tone,
"The rain falls in torrents, and the grass and trees grow deep in my old hometown."
I've heard that you've always been alone.
...
"The rain falls in torrents, and the grass and trees grow deep in my old hometown."
“I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.”
...
He sang the whole verse in one breath, and just when everyone thought the music was about to end...
Jiang He's singing voice rang out again.
"The sound of shepherd's flutes from the outskirts of the city falls on that wild village."
"Our destiny has taken root here."
"Our destiny has taken root here."
"Listening to the rain at the Garan Temple, I long for eternity."
The song ended...
Everyone was completely immersed in the song and couldn't get out of it at all!
Even though Jiang He had finished singing, his voice still lingered in my ears.
As soon as I close my eyes, images from various songs come to mind: dilapidated ancient temples, and desolate cities with only lush vegetation.
And then there are those words, one after another, waiting, waiting, waiting!
Tears welled up in my eyes without my noticing.
It's so sad, so incredibly sad.
It wasn't until almost three minutes after Jiang He finished singing that everyone seemed to snap out of their daze.
A thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
Viewers in the live stream also commented passionately, their eyes red with emotion.
[Aaaaaaah, I can't take it anymore! Tears are streaming down my face! Jiang He, give me back my tears!]
Fireworks fade easily, and relationships end easily—this is absolutely brilliant! These lyrics are truly wonderful!
[The rain falls softly, the old hometown is overgrown with weeds... Before my mind could even process it, my mouth was already singing along...]
[It's so beautiful! So beautiful, it made me cry!!! Jiang He, you are my goddess!]
...
Backstage at the program.
Wang Feng and Han Hong were stunned for a long time after listening to Jiang He's performance.
Until Huang Zhiwen gasped in astonishment,
"My goodness, he sings so well, is Jiang He even human?"
"What's the point of this competition? Is he cheating?"
With Jiang He's outstanding performance as a precedent, what are they even competing on?
He originally thought he was well-prepared and quite confident.
After listening to Jiang He's "Fireworks Fade Easily," Huang Zhiwen felt his confidence shatter into pieces, beyond repair.
For the first time, I felt inferior; I wondered what I was even singing.
It's nothing at all.
Compared to others, it's like sawing wood.
It's too difficult.
Deng Ziqi echoed this sentiment with a sense of disappointment.
"Isn't that right? I originally thought that Jiang He's performance on The Voice of China stage was already the best."
"I never expected to be the champion singer this time; he's improved again!"
"Even though he had finished singing, it felt like his voice was still echoing in my ears. I was completely immersed in it and couldn't forget it even if I wanted to."
"I'm truly impressed, he's amazing, absolutely amazing!"
Han Hong, Wang Feng, and Han Lei exchanged a glance and all smiled wryly.
Well, as the old saying goes, "the new generation surpasses the old," but who would have thought that this newly emerged generation would be so formidable?
It's like they've been completely wiped out by the older generation.
The three, who were originally unwilling to admit they were getting old, suddenly had a feeling of "Ah, I am already old."
We can't compete, we really can't compete.
Young people these days are really amazing.
Even the confident Hua Chenyu couldn't help but feel a bit wary.
Jiang He does indeed possess some skill.
If Jiang He cannot be suppressed, he will be the biggest threat to his championship.
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