"When I die alone, when I die alone, I don't miss it again. ”

Lan Li's singing voice spread through the microphone, without the wrapping of musical notes, and the sadness and bitterness hidden in the lyrics and melody slowly seeped out. At this moment, they are not Cleopatra, but Don Quixote.

In the original book, Don Quixote lay on his hospital bed, dying, and passed away. Before he died, his heart was filled with remorse and regret, denying his life, his dreams, and his meaning, but after thousands of years, after crossing the shackles, Don Quixote was revived again, this time, he was no longer alone.

Heather-Cross raised her hands in the air, a big smile blooming on her embarrassed cheeks, her trembling legs almost unsteady, but she stubbornly and firmly straightened her spine, used the last of her strength to stand up, and then, with her own hands, began to beat the rhythm.

"Papa

Heather's movements were a little clumsy, her palms could not be fully spread out at all, she could only hit with the lower part of her palms, her voice was dull and muffled, there was almost no applause, but she didn't care, she just clapped firmly, "Bang Bang Bang!" It was the drum beat of "Cleopatra", a turbulent beat like a mountain and flowing water, one after another, echoing in her mind.

Heather's thin and slender body is like a big tree in the sky at this moment, supporting the vastness of the entire sky, standing in the desolation of the entire earth, like the ancient poetry chanting, echoing far away.

Elle raised her hands, Derek raised her hands, Hope raised her hands, William raised her hands, and Leslie raised her hands...... In an audience of 20,000 people, all those arms were raised, erected into a dense forest, joining Heather and supporting the whole world together.

"Papa!" The surging applause was like a stormy wave, pouring down the mountains and seas, and the entire stage burst out with incredible energy and light, and finally gathered on Lan Li's body, stirring up an incredible thunder, echoing, and reverberating. The pride of gestures and pointing out the country has completely ignited the surging passion.

So, Lan Li stood up, straightened the microphone stand again, and quickly danced on the guitar strings with his left hand, and the gurgling melody gradually derived the roar of the waves, as if the Yellow River entered the sea, thousands of horses galloping, echoing leisurely in the Madison Square Garden, the clanging of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, like a storm, made people lost, but also made people carnival.

Sadness evolves into majestic, bitterness evolves into magnificence, and remorse evolves into chic. Cleopatras, Don Quixote, raise their hands high and dance as if it were the last day of their lives!

"I was Cleopatra, I was a young playwright, and when you fell on your knees at my window and begged me to hold my hand, I was so sad because I was dressed in a long black dress, and my father was sleeping in a coffin, and I had no plan. ”

The dance started, and the audience began to dance, shrugging their shoulders, jumping their feet, shaking their heads, beating their hands, and dancing as much as they wanted, humming tunes in their mouths, following Lan Li's guidance, entering this world that belonged to them, and carnivaling unbridled.

"I have left a muddy footprint on the carpet, which hardens like my heart as you leave, but I must confess that I will at once agree to your proposal, curse your wife, and be your lover in order to remain by your side. ”

The increasingly passionate guitar melody stops abruptly after reaching its peak, as if standing on a cliff, the wind is blowing, the hunt is howling, and you can soar in the wind with your hands outstretched. The next second, he jumped, "But it's too late, it's too late, I missed the love of my life." When I die, when I die, I don't miss it again.

Laughing, singing, dancing...... Before I knew it, tears blurred my vision again, my smile became brighter and brighter, and my dancing posture became more and more joyful, but the bitterness and sadness on the tip of my tongue became more and more turbulent.

Through the blurred vision, Heather could see the Madison Square Garden like a boiling ocean, the audience was jumping and surging, even the eruption of the volcano was not enough to describe the pomp and circumstance in front of them, the whole ocean reached the boiling point, bubbling and tumbling, the steam was in the sky, and the world was shrouded in a brilliant golden light and swirling mist.

She is not alone. In addition to her, there are 20,000 people, 20,000 people, crying and laughing with her, singing and dancing together, lonely and lonely together, moving forward and dreaming together, born and dying together.

In this moment, they are the happiest people in the world.

"The only gift God gave me was a life and a divorce, but I read the script and the costume was just right, so I played my role well. I used to be Cleopatra, I used to be taller than the roof, but all the past is gone with the wind, and now the nurse in white shoes leads me back to the guest room. There was only a bed and a bathroom, a place to the end. ”

In the midst of the ups and downs, the melody stops here. Lan Li stopped his hands outlining the strings, raised his head, and quietly looked at the turbulent sea of people in front of him, sighing and helpless, happy and proud, countless emotions were surging in his chest, and inexplicably, his nose was slightly sour.

At this moment, he is standing here, without any defense, without any mask, without any hypocrisy, without any cover-up, opening his heart with fruit, using music as a bridge and the stage as a position, showing his soul and dreams, showing his past and present, showing his pursuit and persistence. Unprecedented vulnerability, but also unprecedented strength.

Listen, there was singing from the scene.

"I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, miss the love of my life. The audience sang in unison, the uniform singing was connected together, sweeping mightily, everyone raised their hands high, everyone sang loudly, everyone unloaded their hearts and enjoyed it.

The chaotic and weak singing voices, one by one, converged and twisted into a rope, bursting out with a suffocating power.

Heather laughed, smiled brightly, and with all her might, she sang loudly, joining every spectator, and every Don Quixote. The words, the pronunciations, were so difficult for her, but she didn't care, she just sang loudly, frantically, passionately, "When I die alone, when I die alone, I won't miss it again." ”

The happiness of this moment is really too turbulent to indulge in it and cannot be forgotten. God, she's so in love with this stage, she's so crazy about this man, she's so lucky to be one of them tonight.

The neat singing voice, the tone is a little unstable, and even a little floating, there is no soundtrack, no drums, and even no tune, but it interprets the most touching and beautiful true meaning of the song "Cleopatra"-

"I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, miss the love of my life. Lan Li sketched the strings again, like a bard, slowed down the tempo, slowed down the pace, and hummed softly, the hoarse voice curling in the tail notes, like a faint smoke lingering around the fingertips, intoxicating, making people lost.

The audience seemed to have a good heart, closed their mouths at the same time, stopped high-fives at the same time, but did not put down their arms, just quietly and stunned looked at the stage, quietly listened to Lan Li's singing, felt the rhythm and strength of the heartbeat, but the galloping blood was still burning wantonly, and there was an eternal call in the silent ears.

"When Don Quixote dies alone, when Don Quixote dies alone, we don't miss it again. ”

Looking up at the man in the spotlight, Heather's cheeks shone brightly, and the smile on the corner of her mouth precipitated to the bottom of her eyes, sparkling and shining in the hazy and crystalline tears.

The poetic and moving melody, the small changes in the lyrics, but the interpretation of a different meaning, the drag of the tail note in the winding strings, the melody stops, the song ends, only the surging thoughts and aftertastes float in the air.

Heather involuntarily hummed along, "When Don Quixote dies alone, we won't miss it again." The almost murmuring humming was like an echo from the depths of the soul that only I could hear, but it was like an oracle from nature, echoing throughout the world.

She doesn't want regrets, she doesn't want to give up, and she doesn't want to miss out.

She will get back on her feet and stand on the stage of "American Idol", she will continue on the path of music and become a real singer, she will begin her rehabilitation again, she will fight her illness again, and she will look forward to the day when she can embark on a journey to see the world beyond Mount Sinai Hospital, and she will pick up her spirits and hold on to her life so that every day can change its color.

She is only sixteen years old, and she has many, many regrets, many, many wishes that have not been fulfilled. She won't give up. Sprint with all her might, fight hard, until the true end of life, that day, that moment, she will not miss her death again. But until then, she has to get back on her feet and recreate the future with her own hands.

"Whew", in an instant, the lights went out. In the midst of the distant and poetic melody of "Cleopatra," Madison Square Garden is once again plunged into darkness. "One man's concert" is over.

In the darkness, everyone looked at each other: should they call for encore, should they end there, should they be ready to leave?

Then Heather cried out, "Don Quixote!" and the sound changed from faint to grand, from calm to turbulent, and finally formed a storm, and the curtain came to a magnificent and grand end. Tonight, they are all Don Quixote.