The elite man thought of his first love, whom he had broken up with in college because of the long distance.
The sophisticated woman thought of the boy who had stood by her through her most difficult years, only to ultimately succumb to reality...
Everyone's "fleeting years" found an outlet and resonance in Wang Yueheng's songs.
Vincent Fang took a deep breath and whispered to Jay Chou, "This song... is amazing. The lyrics and music are perfectly matched, the emotions build layer by layer, and the imagery, storytelling, and resonance... are all at the level of top-tier pop love songs. Did he really... write it after just hearing the story?"
"I now believe that some people are truly blessed by the god of music. Talent is something that cannot be forced."
Jay Chou also put aside his usual nonchalant attitude and nodded solemnly.
The news that Wang Yueheng spontaneously sang "The Fleeting Years" in the "Time Classroom" restaurant.
It spread rapidly through the social media of the store's customers, as if it had grown wings.
Soon, a large number of local fans and curious passersby who had heard the news gathered outside the restaurant.
They were unable to enter the restaurant, which was already full and temporarily not accepting new customers.
But they all gathered outside the glass window or stood on the opposite street corner, craning their necks, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening inside.
Lin Xiaowei, a young field reporter from a local news station in northern Taiwan, is conducting a street interview with her cameraman about "how urbanites relieve stress."
They soon noticed the unusual gathering at the entrance of the "Time Classroom" restaurant.
"There are so many people over there, what's going on?" Lin Xiaowei looked around curiously.
A helpful passerby told her, "It seems like Wang Yueheng, the singer from mainland China, is inside with Jay Chou. He's even singing live!"
Wang Yueheng? A mainland Chinese singer?
A sense of estrangement instinctively rose in Lin Xiaowei's heart.
They grew up in a relatively conservative local family and media environment.
Her perception of "mainland artists" is often filtered through a blurry lens.
I think they are either stereotypical propagandists of the mainstream ideology or traffic products packaged by capital.
Lacking genuine personality and emotional depth.
She had little interest in this type of news and was preparing to leave to find other interviewees.
However, just as she turned around, a clear and slightly melancholic piano prelude drifted out through the restaurant's not-so-soundproof doors and windows.
Immediately afterwards, a warm and story-filled male voice rang out:
"Those fleeting years we lived"
"Having seen too little of the world"
"Only like looking at the same face..."
Lin Xiaowei stopped in her tracks.
The singing voice... was completely different from the "mainland accent" she had imagined.
There was no deliberate fervor, nor any superficial sentimentality.
There is only a calm narration and a deep-seated sense of time.
The lyrics accurately capture the unique struggle and procrastination of youth, the kind of feeling that you want to say but can't.
"So inexplicable"
So likable
"It's too annoying when they make a fuss."
"They deserved it the year they fell in love..."
Lin Xiaowei's heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something.
She unconsciously took a few steps closer, trying to hear the singing through the glass.
As a journalist, she has listened to many songs, but few have touched her heart so directly as the fragment she was hearing at this moment.
She suddenly remembered her college days.
Back then, she also had a senior classmate with whom she had feelings for each other but never really started a relationship.
The two met through club activities and had a great understanding, but because of her reserve and his hesitation, neither of them took that step.
After graduation, my senior went to work in the south, and we gradually lost touch.
That hazy feeling eventually dissipated with time, becoming a faint, slightly regretful mark in my heart.
Isn't this exactly what they mean by "the year we fell in love, we deserved it"?
What you perceive as a rational and mature analysis may actually be the best excuse for missing out.
"If we can't meet again with tears in our eyes, can we at least blush..."
When those lyrics faintly reached her ears, Lin Xiaowei's eyes inexplicably welled up with tears.
This hypothetical question reveals the unfulfilled hopes and fears hidden in the hearts of so many who have missed out.
Red eyes signify a heart-wrenching farewell, while blushing cheeks represent a tender and exciting reunion.
Either way, it signifies a profound emotional connection.
It seems that she and that senior never even had a real chance to become "famous".
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