"Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, I stared blankly at the pool of blood and disguises everywhere."

How tragic and magnificent, every word and sentence hides a vast story, and the bitterness surging above the tip of his tongue spreads out bit by bit, and then he is singing, "Crazy love destroys everything, cuts the rope, and falls into the abyss. Oh my God, Oh my God, at this moment, obsessions are full of."

Unpredictable, a sour and pain hit the chest hard. This was a love without any retreat, rushing wildly and wantonly, destroying everything. When everything was over, that obsessive madness and impulse were like a dagger stinging hard on the heart, blood erupting.

The melody did not decline, but instead became more and more cheerful in the sweeping strings. The singing became more and more casual, and the endless emotions were vented like thousands of horses galloping.

"I have said, stay patient; I have said, dawn is coming; I have said, balance with heart; I have said, stay kind." The vicissitudes of singing revealed a hint of indescribable pain, with anger and sorrow.

Standing in front of the cliff, open your arms and embrace the storm, "The morning light suddenly blows, I will be with you, but it is a completely different look. I will bear all the punishments, and you will receive all the rewards."

Then, it came to an abrupt end.

His efforts and persistence became so stupid as the moment love disappeared. The melody and singing paused at the same time, leaving behind a lingering aftertaste in the air, but the thick bitterness made the heart begin to tremble slightly, unable to make any sound, and unable to feel the air. He could only sit in place in a daze, and the sky was dark.

The guitar string sounded again, and the faint song was humming, "Forget it, what happened to this skinny-love; we squandered hopes like this. Oh my God, my God, my burden is getting heavier and gradually falling apart."

His mouth was full of bitterness and spread like this.

I blinked my eyes, but found that my eyes were so dry that there was no tears. The sourness and pain were so surging that after reaching the extreme, I couldn't cry and could only be stunned. I just seemed to have a numbness in my pain, and my brain turned blank, staring blankly as time passed slowly.

"I once said, stay patient, I once said, dawn is coming, I once said, balance with heart, I once said, stay kind. In this way, your love has become a flowing water, then what was I like in the past? Now I have lost nothing, and even lost the last place in your heart."

Word by word, he was so heavy that he couldn't breathe. In this bet, he blocked everything and lost everything, nothing was there, and even completely disappeared, and even the traces of his past existence disappeared without a trace. So, what is "the past memory"? What's more sad is, "the past persistence", what is this?

In the light, his eyelids were still slightly lowered, and the sadness and pain between his eyebrows had disappeared, leaving only a calmness. Sing quietly, dance quietly, and live quietly, like a walking corpse, the soul withered and dissipated, and the "love of the passing away" was blooming proudly, suddenly withered and fleeting, just like the flowering period of a rose.

"Who still loves you so much? Who will struggle? Who will still be self-degenerate?"

Ridiculous, sad, lamentable, pitiful; more terrifying than sadness, even the strength of sadness is that even the strength of sadness has been exhausted, and in the end there is only a body left, just... alive.

The melody was still rushing, cheerful and light. He hummed softly in line with the melody, "Yeah, um", the bright tune made people want to dance gracefully, selflessly, once, again, forget all the worries, forget all the pain, forget all the heaviness, just dance.

Suddenly, an idea slipped through my mind: What if this rich and passionate love is a dream?

In an instant, the soul was as if it was struck by lightning, and all the lyrics came to my heart:

He once said, stay patient, the dawn is coming, and even if the pool of blood and disguise is everywhere, they need to continue to persevere; even if they are increasingly burdened and fall apart, they need to continue running with pursuing hopes. When they give up, they lose nothing, so what is he like before?

So, "Who will love you so much? Who will struggle? Who will be willing to fall into depravity?"

The milky yellow light was still soft and bright, falling on him, but completely different stories and memories appeared in everyone's sight, the same one was full of bitterness and sighs. The heavy emotion dragged his ankles and sank little by little, unable to cry or shout.

Just sit quietly in place.

"He is not Renly." Paul could hear a low voice coming from his ear. He was a little stunned. He turned around and realized that it was Anne who was speaking. He made a "hmm" sound and expressed his inquiry. Anne repeated again, "He is not Renly."

That's not Lanley.

He was scarred, exhausted physically and mentally, staggered, and fell into deep despair, confused and at a loss. Then, in a state of dismay, he began to ask himself whether he should give up, whether he should persist, and whether he should choose again. That kind of fragility cannot be hidden at all. Even if he straightens his back and is still proud, the fragmentation in the depths of his soul still cannot be removed.

Annie's mind saw a clip of last year's Grammy Awards. Standing on the stage, singing "Beast" with a clear voice, he was sad, bitter, fragile, but he was strong, and that obsession never disappeared, and even shone with a brighter light. That was her Lanle.

"Why?" Paul asked softly.

Anne shook her head, pursing her lips tightly, repeating for the third time, "He's not Renly."

She couldn't tell a reason, but she knew unswervingly that the figure on the stage looked very, very similar to Renli. In some moments, it seemed that the boundaries could be blurred, but it was not Renli after all. She knew, she just knew.

But even Ethan and Joel were unable to be so sure.

Joel's eyes lit up slightly. In this performance just now, he thought of LeVian, and he also thought of LeVian's partner Mickey.

They were all part of the wave of the times, but Mickey was unable to resist the huge pressure in the end and finally chose to give up and end everything tragically and resolutely in the way of ending his life, leaving irreparable wounds for Levien. Everyone thought that it was because Levien's career was in trouble, but at this moment, they knew that it was not the case.

Who will love you so much? Who will struggle? Who will be willing to fall into depravity?

This is Levien's question of Mickey, his question of his dreams, and his own self-question.

So Levien raised his head high and refused to compromise proudly and noblely. Deep in his heart, he was afraid, fearing his own compromise and retreat, letting down Mickey's sacrifice and his persistence.

LeVine would rather give up copyright than let himself and Jim go on the same path; LeVine would rather become a sailor again than to find a chorus partner like a quartet; LeVine would rather be rejected again than to be a novice who pleases the public like Troy.

Because once you give up on persistence, you will give up on yourself.

This is stupid, this is crazy.

But Levien has been persisting. What's even more ridiculous is that even though he doesn't know whether his persistence is correct or whether it makes sense, he is in a daze, constantly circling, and then circling, confused and at a loss, but he still grits his teeth and is unwilling to let go of his last breath.

At the end of the story, he sang "Hang Me, Oh, Hang Me" and "Wave Goodbye", but the meaning and mentality were completely different. It was not until this moment that he truly said goodbye to Mickey.

"Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God." Joel couldn't help but whisper and repeated, his mind surging and unable to control himself.

Joel could not imagine that Lan Li did it, Lan Li did it! In just a short performance, Levien's entire role was outlined, and it gave it to the soul, and even gave the whole story a spiritual main line connected. This short song time has revealed countless vicissitudes.

"Oh my God!"

Joel was so excited that he just wanted to scream, just like the last piece of the puzzle lost, and finally found it. The incomplete feeling finally became complete. He tried to communicate with Ethan, but the surging thoughts in his mind were too crazy to express it. He could only focus on the figure on the stage, and his words blurted out.

"LeVine, is this your own song?" LeVine, not Renley, "I haven't heard you sing this song before, I mean, is this Mickey's creation? Or is this your latest creation? If you can, I hope you can perform again in the gas light bar in the future."

"No, no." Levien pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a self-deprecating smile. "I can't create such a tangled/sweet/sweet/sweet/sweetness. This is not my style." This made the bar guests chuckle. "This is a song from bon-iver. He personally created the melody and lyrics. I just adapted it slightly based on my own style."

bon-iver, the folk singer who competed for the newcomer of the year with Renly last year on the Grammy. This is a singer who truly exists in real life. At the same time, the song just now was also written and performed by him.

In an instant, the 1960s were confused with contemporary reality; but the strange thing was that Levien was still Levien, Joel was still Joel, Kerosene lamp bar was still Kerosene lamp bar, and the crew was still the crew. After the dimensional wall between reality and illusion was completely broken, there was no sense of incongruity, but instead continued the wonderful atmosphere.

For everyone present, this is a rare special experience!

Note: Skinny-lovebon-iver
Chapter completed!