Standing in the center of the stage, watching the surging and noisy crowd in front of you, filling the entire Rockefeller Plaza, and spreading radially all the way along the surrounding streets, like a vast ocean, at this moment, the world is so big, but so small, as if your feet are standing in the center of the whole universe.

"I have a pact with Heather that I will not give up. The smile on the corner of Lan Li's mouth rose, like a bud on the treetops, embracing the spring sunshine and quietly blooming.

They had agreed with each other that she would not give up her dreams, he would not give up his, she would not give up fighting and hard work, he would not give up moving forward, she would not give up the meaning of life, and he would not give up chasing hope. This is a secret that belongs to Heather and Lan Li, and it is also a secret between Chu Jiashu and Lan Li, a secret that crosses time and space.

"Heather kept her promise, and now it's my turn. Lan Li chuckled lightly, and said in a brisk tone, the faint sadness slowly settled in his heart, and he regained the hope of life, "So, I stand here and fulfill my promise." Heather Cross is a friend of mine, and I don't think anyone here knows her except me, but I hope she can be a start, a start to get more attention to amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. ”

Opening his mouth slightly, Lan Li tried to say something more, but his words were too pale and weak to express one-ten-thousandth of his inner emotions, and he was a little embarrassed.

So, Lan Li turned around, came to the sofa, picked up the guitar, sat on the barstool, meticulously adjusted the height of the microphone stand, adjusted the strings unhurriedly, and the unprecedented concentration made the entire Rockefeller Square quiet, silent, and even the falling sunlight slowed down, as if you could hear the sound of time murmuring.

The whole world, all silent.

The slender fingertips gently outline the strings, without superfluous accompaniment, relying only on a guitar, the clear and translucent strings are like tinkling spring water, passing through the heat and restlessness of midsummer, as if you can see the musical notes flapping their wings, flying up and down between the staves composed by the golden sun, hitting the chest lightly and powerfully, making a muffled sound.

The gentle and quiet tune, so strange, unfamiliar that I have never heard before, but so moving, the warmth and sorrow that it tells are fluttering in my fingertips. Inexplicably, the tip of the tongue was faintly sour, like a stone falling from a lake, rippling gently and spreading slowly, slowly.

"Should I stay, do I have any hints, or have I ignored it? Can I reach out and cover you, and do endless harm? When the world is quiet, we see the light, and there are some things that we once had, but will eventually part. ”

The mellow voice hummed softly, the hoarseness in the depths of the throat outlined the sadness and loneliness in the song, and the careful fragility diffused between the lyrics.

Before I realized it, the tears had blurred my vision, never fall, never cried, everything was so calm, so gentle, as if in the middle of the night, looking up at the starry sky, sighing at the greatness of nature, marveling at my own insignificance, but the words and emotions lost their original meaning, just quietly admiring the magnificent and magnificent universe, quietly touching the pulse of the earth.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are eternal topics in life. Everyone must learn, no one can escape, but no one can understand, among all living beings, in the vast sea of people, life is so small, a journey has not had time to begin, it has ended, and no one can understand the parting between surprises.

Moved and sad, like smoke, like poetry.

"If they say, who cares if another light goes out, under the sky hundreds of millions of stars, it is flickering, flickering, who cares about the end of someone's time, if we are just a drop in the ocean, we hold on, hurry up, who cares if another light goes out, yes, I care. ”

The cycle of life and death, at the moment of birth, the end is already doomed, and parting will eventually come, and no one can be an exception. Therefore, everyone is working hard to shine in the limited journey, prove that they once existed, and leave their own traces on this world. However, not everyone can do it.

Every day there is life born, and every day there is life lost. However, only a very small part of them are the bright and dazzling giants in the night sky, and all the others are faint and small lights, ordinary, ordinary, indifferent lights, and their disappearance, does anyone really care?

"Yes, I care. ”

In his calm and indifferent voice, there was a hint of loneliness and helplessness, and he fell sparsely in Lan Li's sparse eyebrows, as if the whole world had stopped forever at that moment, the moment when the insignificant light disappeared, the moment when no one cared about it, but it completely subverted his world, fell apart, and fell apart. The pain is so deep that it can never be repaired.

The eye socket finally could no longer bear the weight of the teardrops, the hot tears slid down, wet her cheeks, scalded her fingertips, Jennifer Lawrence lowered her head in embarrassment, firmly covered her mouth with her right hand, and left all the sound in her chest, but the tears completely broke the embankment, and her right hand trembled uncontrollably.

Paul, who was standing next to her, handed over a handkerchief, which Jennifer took in a panic, and she tried to say thank you, but her choked voice only made a muffled syllable, and all her defenses and all armor were removed, and then she covered her cheeks with her hands, and fell into complete darkness.

Who cares if another light goes out? Yes, she cares too.

It is precisely because they care that they are timid, so they are flustered, so they are silent, they refuse to open their hearts, they refuse to exchange ideas, and they refuse to hurt each other. The musical notes, the melody of the que, gently fell in the heart, but left an indelible imprint.

"Memories of the past, detached from reality, unable to stand, in the kitchen, an empty chair, extra space. Oh, you're angry, rightfully so, it's not fair, just because you can't see doesn't mean he doesn't exist. ”

In a trance, Tessa Briden returned to the "one-man concert" in February, the concert dedicated to Don Quixote and Heather Cross, Lan Li just stood quietly on the stage, singing, chasing dreams, embracing freedom, running barefoot like a child.

Buther, Heather left. Leaving like this, caught off guard.

At this time, looking back at the hustle and bustle of February, the acceptance speeches above the Grammys, the tough response in the "hypegate", and the emotional bursting above the Oscars...... Those angers, those sighs, those indifference, everything, everything became clear, and it was only now that Tessa really realized what the young master had experienced and what he was carrying.

It's not just a "Don Quixote".

Never before, Tessa truly saw the soul beneath that skin.

Tessa never hides it, she pays attention to him because of Lan Li's appearance, above the Toronto Film Festival, she likes such a man, not the handsome and chic type that makes people jealous, but always has a side-catching temperament, but now, Tessa is really in love with this man, in the way of fans to idols, she is deeply in love with the man standing on the stage, and he softly hums "Yes, I care".

Tessa's eyes were full of tears, but her mood couldn't help but start flying, flying high, soaring in the sky over Manhattan. In this moment, she also became Heather Cross, she also became an insignificant light, and she also became every Don Quixote who did his best for his dreams.

"If they say, who cares if another light goes out, under the billions of stars in the sky, it is flickering, flickering, who cares about the end of someone's time, if we are just a drop in the ocean, we hold on, hurry up, who cares if another light goes out, yes, I care. ”

The starry sky spreads out over Rockefeller Plaza, the brightness and dazzling of hundreds of millions of stars are thrilling, even the rising sun is eclipsed, and the magnificent picture scroll builds a new world, and the tens of millions of lives looking up at the starry sky are just a drop in the ocean, as small as dust, and not even worth mentioning.

But, in Lan Li's singing, every ray of light is shining, faint, bright, small, magnificent.

In the hazy sight, Lan Li seemed to see Heather Cross again, she was standing in the bustling crowd, so insignificant, it seemed that she could be swallowed up in the surging crowd at any time, but she stood firmly in place, raised her chin high, her bright eyes flashed with determination, and then said word by word, "I, no, give up." ”

She said she wouldn't give up, but she did.

In the slowly flowing melody, Lan Li closed his eyes tightly, let his emotions run rampant, tore his throat, and roared wildly and unrestrainedly, "Yes...... I care about ......."

The slightly trembling voice burst out with unprecedented energy in the slow melody, the negative emotions suppressed in the depths of the heart, the mixed emotions hidden in the depths of the soul, were released heartily, without any reservations, after that roar, the eyes were instantly filled with warmth, so turbulent, that it was impossible to resist and helpless.

Robin in the crowd was so embarrassed, tears mixed with snot, dirty and sloppy, full of emotions that could not be expressed, just opened his mouth stupidly. He knew, he knew, he knew all of them, that even the faintest ray of light was real, illuminating the entire night sky, and that even the most mundane of life, he was a part of it, irreplaceable.

In that torn voice, Robin really felt Lan Li's heart, heavy and sad, indescribable, he understood, he really understood.

Unable to find a way to express himself in countless words, Robin took out his phone, turned on the light, and projected a beam of light towards the stage. It was the light of his heart.

Note: One-More-Light (Linkin-Park)