"Because we enjoy its splendor."
"Because it endures its decay..."
In Tian Xiaoqiao's hallucinatory vision.
As these hideous demons departed.
A faint glimmer of light gradually pierced through the darkness of the night.
At this moment, the word "hope" seemed to materialize into a real scene, truly appearing on the horizon...
Everything that came was both bittersweet and exhilarating.
"You say don't love me, yet you're still reluctant to let go."
"So life is bittersweet, like a song..."
The next second.
The scene then transitioned to the sunrise.
Under the holographic projection light effect.
The audience felt as if they were once again riding an invisible train soaring through the city, looking down at this indifferent and heartless city.
Until they reached the very edge of the city, on a wasteland overgrown with weeds.
The Little Red Flower Band soon appeared in this weedy wasteland.
The shadows of everyone were stretched very long by the brilliant rays of the rising sun.
...
"Would you like to see a sea of flowers in full bloom?"
"Would you like to see the swallows return?"
"What if none of them come back?"
"Then for whom should I exist..."
On the desolate wilderness, a gentle breeze blows, and the wild grasses sway in the breeze.
Wang Yueheng, standing in front of the microphone stand, slowly turned around and looked at Tian Xiaoqiao, who was sitting in a wheelchair.
Accompanied by the band's sudden increase in key.
His voice, which had been expressionless as he sang, suddenly became louder.
It was as if they were asking the girl one question after another.
It was as if they were desperately calling for the girl's life.
I hope that God will give her a chance to see all the beautiful scenery on earth.
"I want to..."
"I really want to keep living."
"There are still so many wishes unfulfilled, so much beauty in this world yet to be seen..."
Sitting in the audience, Tian Xiaoqiao listened to Wang Yueheng's seemingly heartfelt questions, and her eyes welled up with tears again. She spoke quietly.
If possible, she would like to learn to play the guitar.
I hope to sing my favorite song to all the people who take care of me.
I hope to take my family, who are exhausted from trying to treat my illness, on a trip to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the countryside.
Witness the sea of flowers in full bloom, and witness the return of the swallows.
Give yourself the deepest hug...
But all of this is like a series of unattainable fantasies, existing only in a mind that is about to fall silent.
Her broken body could no longer support her to continue.
"The thought of that girl who is about to leave this world breaks my heart..."
"The ordinary life that we take for granted, or even find repulsive and hate, is the tomorrow she longs for but can never reach!"
"Wang Yueheng's song is so heartbreaking. Isn't he worried that it will make the girl who was hurt even more?"
"Three emo songs in a row almost made me cry my eyes out..."
Live broadcast room.
Many fans heard Wang Yueheng's sad murmurs and sudden singing and asked him questions.
I can't help but feel sorry for that terminally ill girl in the wheelchair again.
There are concerns that Wang Yueheng's somber and melancholic songs might further demoralize the girl and even affect her future treatment.
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