Life seems to be just a fanaticism, like a fever. When the fever fades, consciousness becomes clear, and then everything disappears and life ends.

So, how should we recognize our existence?

"...I raised my arms high and shouted, letting you see my abilities; he said, "You dare to get closer."

So Renley did this.

"When we go around, we wander around the world; tell me, tell me, you suddenly wake up. You cannot be sure how to express your inner feelings. What you do makes me feel unable to turn around and leave, and it lingers like a shadow:"

"I hope you stay."

The simple and clear words fully demonstrated the struggle and pain deep in his heart: he didn't understand what was going on, and he couldn't describe his own feelings in words. He was trapped in a rut that he could not get rid of or break through, and was imprisoned and wandered around in this way.

This is love.

It comes from the confinement of emotional entanglement, which cannot be expressed or expressed. It just entangles yourself in a thousand threads, and then falls into suffocation bit by bit.

It's not just love.

Self-doubts originate from the depths of the soul, how firm they were, how confused they are now, and the huge gap has defeated all defense lines fiercely and brutally.

The only thing he could find was that strand of obsession, like a little spark in the darkness. If even this strand of obsession dissipated, would his existence completely disappear? Because all the values ​​and ideas he used to define his life fell apart.

The confusion of self-doubt and the fear of self-destruction made a cry deep in my heart: "Stay."

The plain singing voice seemed to have no special force, but in the understatement, the bitterness and sorrow of the piano keys were even more ventilated like moonlight, awakening a thin layer of goose bumps on the surface of the skin, and the chills followed one by one.

Sad and gentle, despair and light.

The entire pioneer village was quiet, and it seemed that everyone could hear their own hearts: standing in the endless deserted fields, shouting lonely and painfully, but receiving no response.

"It's insignificant for your life. It's not greed and demanding but selfless dedication. Go around and around, we wander around the world; tell me, tell me, you wake up. You can't determine how to express your inner feelings. What you do makes me feel unable to turn around and leave, lingering like a shadow:

I hope you stay.”

The narrative that tells the story is not big ups and downs, no storm, no storm, no storm, just flowing slowly like gurgling water, making tinkling sounds.

But every note fell on the listener's eardrums, gently, but also hit the heart heavily. The bondage of emotions dragged his ankles slowly sinking, as if he was witnessing his drowning process, but he did not struggle or resist, but just stared at his death numbly.

Simplify the complex and take weights as lightly. Lan Li's approach makes all emotions fall into narrative, every lyric and every note have meaning, and then emotions slowly stack up.

"Oh... the reason I've always persevered."

"Oh...I need to heal my inner black hole."

As I sighed and sighed, the gentle and light touch fell down like this, as if a pair of palms slowly supported the face. The slight warmth revealed in the palm made the coldness of the face clear. Only then did I realize that I was already crying; that loneliness and confusion were gnawing on my heart, and my whole body became fragmented:

They need a little support, even if it's just a little warmth in their palms.

"Ironically, you are the one who is broken but I am the one who needs to be saved; for when the light of hope is extinguished, there is no way to know who is digging his own grave."

God!

The scars hidden between the lines make every listener empathize with it, deeply immersed in his own wounds and pain and unable to extricate himself.

The fragments deep in the soul seem to be unable to be cleaned up, and there seems to be no light in the boundless darkness. Even I don’t know who hurts whom or who saves whom. Perhaps, each of them is digging their own graves and burying their lives bit by bit.

So, what should they do? What can they do?

As the lyrics at the beginning: It's just a craze for a long time.

The fever has subsided, the awakening has also been destroyed, and they have destroyed the once fanatical selves with their own hands. So what is the meaning of life? Who are they? What are they insisting on? What should we do? Who is the past and the present selves, who is still alive?

After a moment of pause, Lanli hummed softly again, "I can't determine how to express my inner feelings. What you did makes me feel unable to turn around and leave, and I can't walk away like a shadow."

So simple but so profound, so light but so real, just hit the bridge of the nose hard, and the softest part deep in their hearts got tightly clamped. They didn't know what was wrong with them, nor did they know how to express them, but were just trapped in a feeling of at a loss.

Confused, confused, hesitant, fearful, panic.

Fear of age, questions about life, and interpretation of life... From youth to middle age to old age, everyone has their own confusion. Just like the midlife crisis, everyone in modern society has their own problems, but no one can know the answer.

As a result, the culture of "mourning" is becoming more and more popular, and life seems to have no meaning, and everyone is just an isolated island drifting aimlessly.

"I hope you stay."

Lanli called softly, and the sentence "stay" slowly stretched, the tone rose little by little, the emotions were released little by little, and then it burst out like this.

It was not a heart-wrenching roar, but a helpless cry in despair. The pain slowly flowed out in the gradually rising scale, but Lan Li's voice was particularly restrained. When it touched the high point gently, it swirled softly, fearing that a little force might break the balance and then leak the fragility deep in his heart, so he carefully shrank back, the lightness, but heavier and more powerful.

There was no show-off or fancy, and then he returned to calm again, but the voice was trembling hidden, and he sang again, "I hope you stay."

That's all the requirements.

No one knows what will happen, no one knows whether life is really meaningless, and no one knows what is after the end of death.

Lan Li’s questions are the same as those of everyone, and there is no answer. Because life is different, everyone’s questions have their own worries and pains. There is no standard answer to answer, and only by yourself, some people find it, but more people can’t find it in their entire lives.

But their only requirement is to "stay". Maybe it is a lover, maybe it is a relative, maybe it is a friend... Maybe it is a fanatical love, maybe it is a brave adventure, maybe it is a misty luxury, maybe it is a distant dream... Everyone has their own obsession, and no matter what the obsession is, they hope that "you" can stay and stay by your side so that life can find its center of gravity and weight again.

Residence.

What a humble and desperate call, I didn't even dare to make too many requests, I just hoped to stay, even if I just stood not far away like a good walking zombie, and don't go far away, this is enough. Such a trivial and insignificant wish is made possible.

Only you can know the bitterness and sorrow hidden behind the call.

It’s not just Lanli? Every drinker present who chose the pioneer village has more or less his own obsession, confusion and confusion. The armor and masks collapsed bit by bit in Lanli’s singing, and then completely collapsed and surrendered.

"Oh...stay."

Lan Li called out softly, and then he closed his eyes suddenly, and before tears broke through the bonds of his eyes, he firmly left his fragility on the tip of his tongue, allowing the bitterness to spread; his fingertips quickly gathered together and clenched into a fist to prevent the slight tremor from exposing himself.

But the inner turmoil and excitement are a little out of control.

He remembered, he remembered it all, why he didn't like to stand on stage and sing, because the actors wear masks to show their true emotions by playing others, while the singers need to take off their masks and show their true self; why Heather Cross loves acting so passionately, it is precisely what he hates, and that song "Beast" leaked too much his fragility and loss.

Why hasn't he performed publicly again in recent years? Because the wounds belonging to Heather in his heart have never healed; why has he repeatedly postponed the recording of the second volume? Because he was afraid that Heather would never hear his singing again; those countless "whys" have now found the answer.

Perhaps, this is what he urgently needs now: facing his true self.

No longer escaping, no longer hiding himself behind the character, face the pain and scars of these years calmly, Heather, Paul and Edith, Philip, George and Elizabeth... He is not Superman, and every injury will leave wounds, and even if he recovers, it will not disappear completely.

He needs to show his true self through melody. As Heather said: When musical notes flow, I will realize that some things are ultimately darkness that cannot be taken away from me.

For example, dreams, obsessions, and..., memories, such as himself.

In the dark, fate once again brought him back to the pioneer village, and then took the stage again to find the initial beginning here. Perhaps this is the answer.

After the song was finished, Lan Li sat quietly in place, bathed in the spotlight, feeling the beatings of the heart hitting her chest. At least, it was the familiar rhythm and sound, now! At this moment! All of this is familiar, and it seems to be the starting point of everything.

The air settled down like this.
Chapter completed!