The melody has stopped, and the song has stopped.

Madison Square Garden fell into silence again, but in the quiet surging darkness, the eyes of the audience were projected in the same direction, hazy and bright tears were connected, even more dazzling than the stars, the faces and eyes were so different and so similar, the warm and bright light was connected, gathered into a powerful force, rippling in the chest.

Heather's muscles were so weak that she was almost unable to stand on her feet, but in just a short time, sweat was oozing from her forehead, and it seemed that she had reached the limit of her body, and she could fall apart directly at any time. The pale face and rough panting revealed her weakness and embarrassment at the moment, if it weren't for Elle and Derek holding her hands in time, I am afraid that she would not be able to stand at this time.

But, she can't give up, and she doesn't want to give up.

Heather stood up on her knees strongly, and even though her knees were trembling slightly, she straightened her back, passed through the blurred tears, met Lan Li's gaze, and tried to say word by word, "I won't give up." But the result was only a muffled grunt, not even the syllables were complete, all the sounds rolled in the throat, and the feeling of powerlessness was heavily suppressed.

But Heather was not discouraged, but took a deep breath, opened her mouth widely, widely, without hurry, and began to try syllable-by-syllable, syllable-by-syllable, "I...... Uh-huh...... I ...... "It's never been easier to speak so simply, but it's so difficult." Before tonight's concert, the situation wasn't so serious, but now, the more anxious you are, the harder it becomes.

Taking a deep breath and taking another deep breath, Heather continued to try without giving up, "I...... No...... Put...... Abandon ......" was just a few simple words, but it took almost all of Heather's strength, but she stubbornly repeated it again, "I won't." ”

The weight of a sentence weighed heavily on his chest, and hot tears covered his cheeks, but the smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed wantonly, like a sunflower facing the sun, full of vitality and vigor, and muttered in a low voice, "I won't." I won't, I won't. ”

As if this was a spell, as if this was an agreement, every time it was so firm, every time it was so sure, as he spoke, the immature and pale face burst out with a shining light, and even his eyes were rejuvenated. Heather straightened up with great difficulty, desperately freed from the support of her father and mother, and took a small half step forward tremblingly, raised her chin high, as if bathed in the sun, and said again:

"I won't. ”

So weak, yet so resolute, so vague, yet so clear, so small, yet so loud.

Not to mention Ellie, even Derek was already in tears at this time, embarrassed and embarrassed, but he didn't have time to pay attention to himself, just clenched his fists, just stared at Heather, barely using the last shred of reason to maintain all his emotions, not completely shattered.

Puff, puff, puff. The sound of the heartbeat was still echoing, but it gradually became one, and involuntarily, Hope raised his right hand and put it on his chest, feeling the strong and powerful heartbeat, so violent that his fingers couldn't help curling up, forcefully, as if he could pass through his chest, and truly touch the warmth and strength of his heart.

"I'm not going to give up. Hope couldn't help but whisper, his voice was completely drowned in tears, even the simplest syllables became indistinct, but the will in the words burst out with unbelievable energy. Hope, like never before, is so determined:

She won't give up.

She won't give up on her dreams, she won't give up on perseverance, she won't give up on life. She is Don Quixote, the fool who fights the windmill with his spear held high, the madman who is obsessed with his own world, the fool who has a pure heart but is not tolerated by this society. Yes, she is a crazy and stupid Don Quixote.

Just because, she firmly believes. Dreams make life bearable, and dreams make life full of light.

"I'm not going to give up. Hope whispered again, but she couldn't stop crying, crying so much that she almost couldn't breathe. She didn't want to give up, and she wouldn't give up.

Hope Baez, William Taylor, Graham Hughes, Timsey Leslie...... They are all Don Quixote, Anita Tunisha, Kelly Barton, Anne Silliman, Elle Cross, Derek Cross...... They were all Don Quixote, as well as Bradley Adams of The New York Times, Gavin Hunt of Us Weekly, Eli Wallach of The Seattle Post...... They are also all Don Quixote.

On top of this "one-man concert", in Madison Square Garden tonight, this is a carnival feast that belongs to Don Quixote.

Heather raised her hands in the air and shouted again, "I...... I'm not going to give up. ”

Lan Li heard it, Lan Li heard it clearly, his nose was sour in an instant, and the warm water vapor was almost ready to come out, but he lowered his eyes in time, hiding the fragility that flashed under his eyes, sketched the strings again, and sang softly again, "I just ask you and I won't let go, and I promise that you will never give up." ”

It's a song that belongs to Heather, but it's not his own. Closing your fingertips, you can grasp your dreams, but the weight of dreams is so heavy, it makes people falter and struggle, it is always easier to give up than to persevere, but only by really persevering, life is no longer alive, and life can regain color.

He gave up once and will not give up a second time. He also hoped that Heather would not give up, because he did not know if Heather would be able to have a second chance.

A simple lyric, "Say-You-on't-Let-Go" is as heavy as a thousand pounds. So, Lan Li's fingertips gently slid over the strings, and hummed again, "I just ask you and I won't defend, and I promise that you won't give up." "It's a promise to Heather, to Don Quixote, and to Lancet himself.

A promise.

The music is over, and the moving is just beginning. Even with the album "Don Quixote", even with the full performance of "One Man Concert", at this moment, the power of music still hit the hearts of every audience again, again and again, and the slightly trembling soul trembled gently under the starry night sky.

A smile bloomed in tears, and Heather looked at Lan Li quietly, her eyes seemed to clearly delineate the contours of that face, with narrow eyes, a high nose, full lips, and a hard chin...... The gaze greedily and delicately pieced together the appearance of the memory little by little, and slowly fell again.

She knew that this song was not Lan Li's confession, but her heart, and it was also Lan Li's gift.

Lan Li never loved her, as if she had never failed to love him. They are friends, always have, was, are and will always be. However, she is so lucky, the confession in her secret love, but she can still wait by his side, watch quietly, and even realize her dreams, all of this is really too beautiful, she shouldn't be too greedy.

What's more, she has a song of her own. She participated in the lyrics - although it was only a small part, but she still participated in it, and Lan Li composed the melody, and finally Lan Li sang it, a song that truly belongs to her heart, containing her memories, her vision, her dreams, and her soul.

She couldn't think of anything more beautiful. No, perhaps, it would be the perfect thing to sing this song on the audition stage of "American Idol". But should she sing "The Beast" or "Say You Won't Give Up"?

Quietly staring at Lan Li, Heather raised her voice and said, "Cleopatra. She knew that Lan Li would not be singing "The Beast" tonight, and besides this song, what she was most looking forward to hearing now was "Cleopatra", so she shouted again.

This time, Elle and Derek both understood, so they joined Heather and shouted "Cleopatra" to the stage.

Heather could catch the smile on the corner of Lan Li's mouth, a hint of helplessness, a hint of brightness, and then, she began to hum softly, "I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, miss the love of my life." When I die alone, when I die alone, I don't miss it anymore. ”

The muffled voice could not speak a complete sentence at all, only the fragmented melody echoed between her lips and teeth, but Heather's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the smile on her lips became happier and happier: she liked the song, and only after she had really experienced the vicissitudes of life could she read the meaning of the song. She loved it.

Lan Li on the stage, as if he heard the call from the depths of Heather's heart, shook his head slightly, raised his head, and saw a vast darkness in front of him, as if he could see nothing, but seemed to be able to see the stormy waves and vicissitudes of the sea, the spacious and vast Madison Square Garden made people feel small, but it made the stage feel magnificent.

The blurred teary eyes reflected a faint halo, as if reflecting his figure. So, without guitar playing, without musical accompaniment, he sang in a clear voice:

"But it was too late, it was too late, and I missed the love of my life. ”

The phrase "too late" echoed softly through the microphone in the garden space, and the excitement and excitement of interest quietly echoed in the crowd, but no one made a sound, just stared at the stage in a daze. stripped of the cheerfulness of the melody, stripped of the excitement of the drumbeat, the sadness and bitterness hidden in the depths of the lyrics slowly overflowed.

Lan Li stopped suddenly, his fingertips sketched a melodious and far-reaching melody on the strings, the notes danced in light flight, as if he had put on wings, through the garden, through the blizzard of New York, through the constraints of time and space, found Cleopatra again, stopped in the depths of those sad eyes, and then, Lan Li hummed again:

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

Note: Say You Won't Give Up (Say-You-on't-Let-Go – James-Arthur)