"Then let's wait for the universe to be annihilated and for the Yellow Springs to be stranded."
We will turn to dust.
"We'll meet again someday..."
In the recording studio.
Wang Yueheng stood in a small space.
But inside, it felt like standing on a vast, star-studded stage.
With his eyes closed, he focused intently on the microphone in front of him and sang the last verse.
In front of him.
The mother's figure also seemed to appear.
That was the person involved in the story he found online last night.
An ordinary young mother wearing work clothes, working as a cashier in a supermarket.
After her son was in a car accident.
She, who suffers from mental illness, often kneels down beside the street where her son died in a car accident.
Occasionally she sheds tears and cries, sometimes she leans against a streetlamp and stares blankly into space.
However.
After repeatedly eating poisonous mushrooms in an attempt to see her biological child again in her fantasy.
The mother was sent to the ICU again.
He suffered from acute renal failure and other sequelae of food poisoning, and his life was in danger.
They will never have the chance to come to this street to pay their respects and remember their children.
The copyright fee paid by Ninghao.
It was precisely for the purpose of treating this young mother's illness.
final.
One late night.
Lou Xueqiao, holding a photo of her child, gazes at the child's radiant smile in the picture.
He departed this world with a smile on his face.
Perhaps this is her ultimate goal.
That is to be buried together, turning into dust.
Finally, they met their child again in another world...
From this day forward...
The story of this mother who was willing to take poison in order to see her beloved son.
It will forever accompany Wang Yueheng's songs.
The echoes reverberated again and again in the twilight...
...
"Wait for the universe to be annihilated, wait for the Yellow Springs to be stranded."
We will turn to dust.
We'll meet again someday~
As the accompaniment gradually faded away.
The poignant singing gradually faded away from the recording studio.
The staff in the recording studio and Mo Zixue and others remained frozen in place.
My thoughts lingered on the imagined scene in my mind.
They spoke from different perspectives and based on their own experiences.
I have come to understand the meaning behind Wang Yueheng's song.
And I was moved by it.
"Slap slap~"
I don't know how much time passed.
Sound engineer Du Gaolang was the first to applaud.
Following closely behind were Fan Xinghan, Tao Lin, Mo Zixue, Li Yueqi, and others.
They all looked moved and applauded to pay tribute to Wang Yueheng, who was still standing in the recording studio.
They couldn't imagine it.
Even though it was only their first time hearing the song, they were already deeply moved and filled with countless thoughts.
Wang Yueheng personally wrote down each lyric and each musical note.
To write this song well, how much emotion and tears were poured into it?
...
"Teacher Yue Heng...should we record it again?"
After a long period of applause and silence.
Du Gaolang, who had just remembered his job, then turned on the intercom.
He asked Wang Yueheng, who was standing in the recording studio, in a hoarse voice.
For him.
Wang Yueheng's rendition of "Echoes of Twilight" was already considered a perfect performance.
He couldn't even find a single instance of unclear pronunciation or inaccurate recording that required re-recording.
"No need, this is fine."
After leaving the recording studio, I listened to the recording again.
Wang Yueheng gently shook his head and said.
After listening to his own singing, he felt a great deal of regret.
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