"Bang", a muffled sound, stirred up a wave in the air, attracted a lot of attention in an instant, and cast his eyes for some reason, and then found that the light on the far left of the stage was turned off, just like the sheriff of Gotham City turned off the bat lamp, and the muffled sound had an indescribable depression and sigh.

What's going on, could it be that the lights are malfunctioning?

Before the cranky speculation could unfold its tentacles, a second muffled sound, then a third, then a fourth. Bang, bang, the lights on both sides of the stage went out one by one, faster and faster, and finally all the lights were completely cut off, and the interior of Madison Square Garden was plunged into a pervasive darkness, darkness that could not be seen.

"There's a power outage?"

I don't know who teased in the dark, and a small circle of people around them let out a low chuckle, and many more rolled their eyes. Such a small noise, like a gravel disgrace the surface of a calm lake, rippled shallowly, circle, and circle, and spread out, and a faint commotion echoed in the quiet scene, and the air began to flow slowly again.

It's just a pure darkness, while extinguishing the light source, it seems to have also extinguished the four of the five senses, the senses of sight, smell, touch, and taste gradually weaken in the dense darkness, only the sense of hearing becomes more and more sensitive, and you can even hear the sound of staggered breathing, and then little by little it drives the rhythm of the heartbeat, which seems to be able to capture the turbulent sound of accelerated blood flow. Unconsciously, excitement and excitement are slowly brewing.

What's going on, what the hell is going on? First there was silence for ten minutes, and now it's ...... Ten Minutes in Darkness? Is tonight's concert a mime, pantomime, and an experiment in performance art?

The faces in the darkness looked at each other, inadvertently completing the containment of each other, and it seemed that everyone was eager to try, squirming their lips and trying to make a sound, but they clenched their teeth in the invisible exchange of sights, refusing to speak, refusing to speak. The inexplicable contest and pulling, under the specific situation of the brain's reaction, has already outlined the surging chemical reaction.

Heather is no exception.

Raising his chin, his eyes were curious and eager to explore, but there was only an endless darkness in front of him, and the surging and restlessness of the crowd could be faintly seen, but there was no sound, the dark tide hidden under the surface of the vast sea, which made people's hearts surge.

Heather involuntarily grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair, but even with all her strength, she still couldn't grasp the edges and corners of the armrest, and could only feel the rough and sharp outline with the softness of her palm.

In the silence, the clear guitar strings slid down like a mountain spring, and the notes of the big and small beads on the jade plate passed through the smooth pebbles, the verdant shade, the delicate sand, the decaying roots and the pleasant fish, every drop of water was filled with sunlight and oxygen, and the faint halo seemed to wrap the milliseconds of time, slowly flowing into a long river of time, with the weight of life, galloping.

The smart note gently tugged at the heart in the chest, and again, and again, the faint and shallow pain seemed to be harmless, and there was no need to care about it at all, but it unconsciously disrupted the rhythm of breathing, sad and bitter, cold and lonely. Before the song even sounded, the grace of the melody was already breathless, and involuntarily, holding my breath.

In the infinite darkness, hearing is the only means of exploring the world, the tip of the tongue seems to be able to catch the sourness on the notes, the slowly beating heart, but it is so hard, so fierce, that it hits the chest with a faint pain.

The cold guitar strings, the only instrument, stripped of all the cumbersome and complex, are simple to the extreme, pure to the extreme, and then, the warm and hoarse voice begins to hum softly, like a wisp of green smoke, curling around the fingertips and eyebrows, outlining the contours of emotion.

"The ruined empty alleys in front of me, the places where the young galloped, the empty cars that burned out, like the autumn leaves of Eden, could not escape the falling fate, fate, the memories that suddenly looked back, the sunshine that had bathed in the past, the empty chanting of antiquity, the lonely night, like the chanting of angels, chanting. ”

Between the shallow chanting and singing, the indifferent but rich sadness firmly grasped the ears, and the magnificent and lonely scene spread out in the brain, a barren place, full of vicissitudes. The entanglement of fate, the lingering of fate, and the devouring of time, like a story written in the Garden of Eden, determined the ending early.

Desolation, loneliness, helplessness.

A spotlight lit up, as if through the barrier of time and space, sprinkled from top to bottom, the surrounding darkness dispersed like billowing smoke, and even the fluttering dust could be seen in the air, majestic and powerful, but there was no sound at all, like a cry from the depths of the soul: hoarse, but silent.

Lan Li, bathed in the light, was so lonely.

In the vast world, in the boundless darkness, he was alone, his resolute and upright shoulders carried the weight of the whole world, and the power that erupted in silence easily destroyed all the defenses, and the eyes of the audience fell tightly and firmly on that figure. I couldn't make a sound at all, I just opened my mouth wide, accepted the baptism of the soul, and felt the shock of the soul.

The slender fingers pressed the strings, making sure that all the noise was completely gone, and let the silence slowly surge, for a second, two seconds, three seconds, as if listening to the resonance of the soul, the roar in the roar and shout, let Lan Li's fingers outline the strings again.

"Even if time no longer loves you, I will always stay where I am. The almost clamour-like cry, calm but boiling, the pain of tearing the soul was vented between the lines, and the next second, it completely exploded-

"We can run forever, if eternity is the future. "The difficult treble is like a boomerang, drawing a bright light, sharp and sharp to break through the darkness, the bright sunlight catharsis down in an instant, reaching a high point, the easy conversion of true and false sounds, instantly stunning and instantly calm, the melody returns to gentleness again, "Time...... Show the way home. ”

Unprepared, caught off guard, the soul was caught off guard by a hammer, and before it could breathe again, tears blurred its eyes, and the weight of emotion pressed its chest: sorrow, bitterness, majestic, magnificent,

"Time", a song "Time", opened the prelude to "One Man's Concert". It's not "Cleopatra", it's not "Convinced", but the "time" that barely has much presence in the album, seems to be drowned in the countless classic tracks of "Don Quixote", and no one has paid attention to it.

But at this moment, a guitar, a spotlight, and a singing were so heavy that they broke everyone's defenses, setting the tone for the night with a mighty and vigorous impact, and even the blizzard outside the arena seemed to have been eclipsed and reduced to accompaniment, and I could only feel the boundless darkness firmly grasping the ankles, falling, and falling again.

"The ancient tree of Eden, engraved with the name of the lover, releases the first desire/desire, like the vast ocean, the deep waves, the waves, the cathartic love, like the roaring waterfall, the inescapable tide, the hands of sincere longing, baby, hold or let go, let go. ”

Heather froze in place, her eyes widened, and she couldn't take her eyes off the blue light wrapped in the spotlight, as if hundreds of millions of stars were cathartic like a waterfall, and she was so shocked that she couldn't move; slowly, slowly, tears filled her eyes, and in her blurred vision, you could see that the bright starlight filled the whole world, but the figure was still so clear and so determined.

Time flies, vicissitudes of life, things are people.

The power of time is so strong, the love of each other gradually becomes strange, the firm commitment gradually becomes indifferent, the pure emotion gradually becomes complicated, she has changed, but he still does not. He always sticks to the same place, even if the sea is dry and rotten, even if the ends of the earth, even if time flies, he still stands in place. Scarred.

A song "Time" is the promise of Lanli. He kept his agreement, even in the face of the strength and arrogance of time, even in the face of the coldness and determination of time, he still never left. What about her? Hold it or let it go?

She gave up. She tried to give up, she wanted to give up, she used to give up. Heather suddenly realized this and struck hard at the softness of her heart. Lan Li still waited, but she chose to give up. She said that she would not give up, and what she said he should continue to persevere, but she did not keep her promise. Those groggy and confused memories have no clear fragmentary context, but they are filled with bitterness.

Before she knew it, Heather stretched out her right hand, trying to hold Lan Li's outstretched right hand, but the vast night sky was so vast and so far away that she couldn't stretch it out before she could put it down. Curled up fingertips, trembling slightly.

"Even if time no longer loves you, I will always stay where I am, we can run forever, if eternity is the future, time will guide the way home. Home......

A simple "home", the end note is endless, a full four eight beats, but Lan Li's singing voice is gradually getting higher, like a desperate roar, like an angry roar, like a sad cry, the tactful high pitch has never wavered in the turbulent and turbulent waves.

It is not only a home, but also a past, a memory, a faith, and a promise.

He remembers, he still remembers their agreement, he still remembers her dreams, he still remembers his persistence. He was still moving on, but she chose to give up, in embarrassment, and timidly.

The fingertips were closed little by little, and the smoothed nails sank deep into the palms, but she didn't feel the slightest pressure and pain, as if she couldn't even do such a simple action as clenching her fists, but the light power pressed heavily on her chest, and the tears in her eyes overflowed like this.