"I want to spend time with you"

The first sentence, which is the title of the song and the first sentence of the song, Qian Hao said it as if singing.

Compared with the female singer in his previous life, he sings more to catch people's ears.

Just this sentence, as if sighing, knocked directly on the hearts of the audience, making them bored and pulled into the artistic conception created by the singing.

This lyric is very beautiful, but in fact, the feelings are also very sincere and plain. If you listen to this sentence alone, it has a warm feeling. However, under Qian Hao's deep voice, sadness replaced warmth.

Sadness is true sadness, and after the first verse, it does not diminish, but becomes more and more intense as the lyrics are sung. However, this intensity is prosaic, as if a person with a heart full of sorrow is standing in the crowd.

He was suffocated by grief, the crowd was bustling, and no one noticed him. However, if the person suffocates to death, the crowd will be in chaos.

In the same way, the sadness in the song, once accumulated, will be poured into the listener's heart. It makes the listener's heart stop in a hurry, as if he has been caught by death.

To be honest, this song is based on a poem, so the lyrics are good, but singing it can't catch people's ears all at once. So it's niche.

But here, Qian Hao is just a simple guitar accompaniment, and a song-like chant. This way, coupled with the injection of his own emotions, sings a special flavor.

"I want to spend time with you, like looking down at the fish

For example, leave the teacup on the table and leave

Waste their good-looking shadows

I also want to waste even the sunset, like a walk

Fade until the sky is full of stars

I'm going to waste the time when the wind rises

Sit in the hallway in a daze until the clouds in your eyes darken

All blown out of the window"

A lyric is all a way to waste time. The writing is beautiful, creating a great artistic conception that makes people feel intoxicated. Especially people in the city, they are relaxed when they hear such a quiet and beautiful singing.

The tiredness in my heart was transferred to my face, and then I was swept away like dust by the singing.

Qian Hao sang beautifully, on the dim stage, the white clothes fluttered, shaking the worn-out guitar, like a poet who sang lightly.

The audience was already drunk, completely drunk, their ears were drunk with the song, their eyes were drunk with Qian Hao, and their hearts were drunk with their own stories.

This spiritual journey is not over, because Qian Hao is still chanting and singing.

"I've wasted the world, and it passes through me

Tired, and like never loved

But tomorrow I'm going to do this, waste, I'm going to do it again

Full of flowers and plants, life should be as beautiful as them

It's just as meaningless, like a movie that has been wasted

For example, leaning on the railing and looking down at the mirror of the water

Until all that is wasted

Behind us, thin wings grow"

When Qian Hao sang the second paragraph, the judges who listened carefully to the song couldn't help but indulge in it.

This song is so beautiful; This lyric is so beautiful; This artistic conception is so beautiful!

The audience began to calm down, with a sad and serene expression on their faces, and even their eyelids fell asleep.

Backstage, Guo Dong showed a look of shock, of course, this was before. Now, too, he is addicted to it and can't extricate himself.

There are also people who are surprised, after all, not everyone likes such songs. For example, Xu Cheng, he doesn't care, he doesn't know what's good about this song. Fortunately, he saw the judges' expressions, otherwise he wouldn't have worried about Qian Hao to death.

Zhao Leng, who also didn't like this song, stood behind Xu Ru and didn't see the judges and the audience. Therefore, he felt uncomfortable when he heard it, so he sneered: "That's it, boy, you just wait to be eliminated."

However, he didn't pay attention, when he said this before, Xu Ru would stare at him, but not this time. Clearly, she was immersed in singing.

What was like in front of and behind the scenes, Qian Hao didn't pay attention at all. He was immersed in the singing, and with each sentence he chanted, a relative scene came to his mind.

And in the scene, it's all that girl.

The fish, the teacup, the sunset, the wind, the clouds, the stars, all behind her.

The scenery is beautiful, but it's all her background.

Just like that year, he said, the best song I've ever heard is not "Star", nor is it a song sung by a big star, but a nameless song you hum.

Now, he had forgotten that he was on stage, and felt like he was in the scenes in his mind.

Singing, not for the competition, not for the judges and the audience, but for her in the scene.

A man, isn't it, there is always a scar in his heart that can't be healed? The scar looked like her—the first girl, and perhaps the only one, he loved dearly.

I don't know, time is too ruthless, affectionate to thin.

He had nothing to do, for her and for himself, he could only sing and whisper:

"I've wasted the world, and it passes through me

Tired, and like never loved

But tomorrow I'm going to do this, waste, I'm going to do it again

I want to waste each other with you

Spend a short silence together, a long meaninglessness

Spend the delicate and old universe together"

I want to waste each other with you!

In an instant, Xu Ru seemed to have been hit in the soul, and tears burst out of her eyes. If she hadn't covered her mouth, she didn't know if she would have cried.

However, she couldn't, so she turned and ran towards the bathroom.

"Who do you want to waste with each other?"

A question in my heart, light as a sigh, was blown away by the running wind. But in fact, she didn't want to ask, and she didn't dare to ask.

At that moment, she seemed to see the person in his heart through his eyes.

That person is not what she looks like.

Spend a short silence together, a long meaninglessness.

Spend the delicate and old universe together.

In the final lyrics, every word weighs like a thousand pounds, and every word smashes into the hearts of the audience and the judges.

Someone, quite a few, sobbed quietly.

Someone, quite a few, bowed their heads and fell silent.

Someone, quite a few, looked up and laughed.

This quiet poem was sung sadly by Qian Hao. In fact, he only aggravated the weight of "think" and "you" in the poem, and completely injected a new feeling.

How beautiful and intoxicating are the ways to waste time, but they are not as good as wasting them with you.

That is, without you, these wastes are dead and empty. But, before you, there was a thought of something, so—

In fact, these are all thoughts of "me", although the beauty is heartbreaking, but without "you", this qiē is meaningless.

Fish, teacups, sunsets, wind, dark clouds, starry skies, and even the delicate and old universe, all these beautiful things, but without you, none of them are meaningful.

So, the poem is quiet, the song is quiet, and the person who sings is sad.

Therefore, as soon as Qian Hao finished singing, the whole scene was still dead silent, allowing the aftermath of his singing to surround everyone's ears.

The singing voice is like the wind, the lyrics are like dust, and you can't live for a long time. After a while, the wind was gone, the dust settled, and a qiē restored fù to normal.

Only, the scene is still dead and silent.