"All that's left is a numb me; the passion I once had is gone."
"Look at the flowers falling from the sky, withering at their most beautiful moment."
"Who will remember that she ever came into this world..."
Immediately afterwards, Wang Yueheng, who was playing the guitar, suddenly raised his voice.
The emotions became increasingly intense and hoarse.
It seemed to be filled with questions and resentment about the passing of youth.
The shouts in the chorus impacted everyone's hearts like a storm!
That was the most intense and helpless cry against the fleeting nature of youth and the wasted potential of dreams!
Time is merciless.
Back then, I was a passionate young man who believed the future held limitless possibilities.
Eventually, life may wear down your edges and make you numb...
"Many years have passed in the blink of an eye, filled with countless partings and reunions, joys and sorrows."
"A young man with ambitions to travel far and wide once envied the wild geese flying south."
"The figures, each heading towards their own future, hurriedly walked further and further into the distance."
"Where will the ordinary future lie? Who can give me the answer..."
In Wang Yueheng's song, filled with resentment.
People could also sense a sense of helplessness in their voices.
As time passed, the companions of yesteryear went their separate ways, returning to a life of ordinariness.
That sense of uncertainty about the future and acceptance of ordinariness resonated with the widest audience.
Many of the staff members on set were also "old boys" and "old girls" who had left their hometowns to pursue their film and television dreams.
My eyes welled up with tears in the moonlight.
Gradually, Zhao Ying seemed to hear in the songs the hardships and uncertainties of her own learning journey.
She seemed to gradually understand.
What kind of people are the "old boys" that Wang Yueheng mentioned?
Mo Zixue pursed her red lips and looked at Wang Yueheng, who was playing and singing.
Thinking of his perseverance and hardships when he was a "wandering singer," my eyes also reddened slightly.
This is why Wang Yueheng or others attributed the credit to her.
Mo Zixue always felt a sense of overwhelming panic.
Because she knew in her heart that even if she hadn't appeared beside this boy back then...
He will definitely follow the established path to realize his dream.
I was simply someone outside of his career.
I just did what I could as a fan!
Although Liu Huaxian, sitting in the chair, could not fully understand all the meanings of the lyrics.
But the melody contains intense emotions, regret, reminiscence, and resentment...
Yet it transcended the language barrier and struck a chord deep within him.
The confusion on Liu Huaxian's face, who is also a professional singer, had long since disappeared.
Instead, it evoked a sense of awe and deep emotion.
At that moment, he seemed to understand a little more the weight that the term "old boy" carried...
The host, He Jiong, who always had a warm smile and was in control of the entire event, was the first to ask questions to Wang Yueheng.
At this moment, she finally couldn't help herself and quietly raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye.
He recalled when he first joined the TV station, he was just a nobody playing a cartoon character in a children's program.
She wears funny clothes every day to make the children laugh.
If it weren't for that almost "dull" love and persistence for the stage and hosting, like an "old boy" who refused to give up.
How could there be "Teacher He" today?
Where are you now, those who were with me back then?
What do the people I once loved look like now?
"Were the original wishes fulfilled? Now, is all that's left is to mourn them?"
"Time may dry up my ideals, but I can never find my true self again..."
Wang Yueheng's singing became hoarse and forceful, unleashing his final emotions.
In the final verse, the song gradually returns to calm, yet carries a sense of relief and a gentle warmth.
It's as if, after all the shouts and questioning, they finally reconciled with their past selves and their unfulfilled dreams.
At least we remember that we once lived, loved, and dreamed so passionately!
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