The lyrics that are too easy to resonate with make the slightly cooled hearts beat again. A white girl, eating the candy sent by the Qin Dynasty just now, pursed her lips, her eyes flashed with a spark, there was no excitement, no excitement, only emotion and calm, staring at the stage.

A poor couple, holding hands, quietly looked at the stage. At this moment, a ridiculous thought suddenly popped up in their hearts.

They...... I want to sing this song too.

Maybe it's not because of sustenance, maybe it's not because of happiness, but just because I want to participate, I want to use my singing voice to float away the gloom in my heart.

A candle, lit in the hands of a white woman who covered her mouth lightly, dim, muddy, a little spark, held in her heart, with tears on her face, trying to squeeze out a smile. That little spark is so eye-catching on this rainy night when the wind and thunder are running, although it is small, it has never been extinguished.

"You/raise/me/up/so/I/can/stand/on/mountains, you inspire me, so I can stand on the top of the mountains." The chorus of the two suddenly high-pitched, as if walking out of the cracked sky, out of the darkness, out of the memory, and singing loudly about a better tomorrow.

has no singing skills, but because of the empathy of the two, the atmosphere of the perfect fit on the scene is better than thousands of singing skills.

"You/raise/me/up/to/walk/on/stormy/seas, you have inspired me, so I can walk on the stormy sea."

A line of tears welled up in a man's eyes, and this sentence was so apt now. As if knocking directly on the door of his heart, he involuntarily and tremblingly took out the lighter from his trouser pocket and lit the candle that had just been issued.

One candle lit, followed by another.

The sparkling flame of hope, held in the chest of people of different skin tones, swayed gently in the wind, seems to tell the insignificant and striking longing of the people here.

"I/am/strong/when/I/am/on/your/shoulders I become tough and strong on your solid arms......" Princess, at the same time as this candlelight was lit, she rarely wept, she could not help but shed tears, she unconsciously reached out her hand. This song, only when you sing it when you are frustrated, can you feel the majestic energy contained in its lyrics.

You have made me resilient and strong, not because I have inspired you, but because you have inspired me.

She had almost no ideas in her mind, and the lyrics didn't have to think about it, and they naturally floated in the air. If she could turn back at this moment, she would find that many of the bands behind her had red eyes.

"You/raise/me/up/To/more/than/I/can/be, your encouragement has made me go above and be."

The bagpipes sounded, no one spoke, and the candle flames on the scene had turned into thousands, swaying gently, but the rain gradually subsided.

The second stanza of "whenIamdownandohmysoulsoweary......" begins, but the first voice does not come from the mouths of two people, but a black child, singing softly in the arms of his parents in his own child's voice.

The next sentence of "Whentroublescomeandmyheartburdenedbe...... is still not the two, but the parents of the child, who sing softly in a choked voice, with a smile.

"Iamstillandwaithereinthesilence...... I don't know who started it, this catchy song with lyrics that give great hope, at this moment, formed a chorus of sounds.

In this wave of sound, the voices of a man and a woman shine like a lighthouse like a guide.

There is no other sound, this moment, the song, gives itself its rightful meaning.

Inspiring, encouraging, uplifting, and getting out of Andrew's haze.

The phrase "Untilyoucomeandsitawhilewithme......" is already a sonic boom, hundreds of people, hundreds of voices, involuntarily, can't help but sing along with the tune at the same time.

“Untilyoucomeandsitawhilewithme。” A young white man, holding his puppy, gently followed, joining in this chorus of irrepressible feelings.

An old black man, with his hand on crutches trembling slightly, pressed his chest, smiled and whispered softly.

A middle-aged white man, holding his child, sang to the beat in an unfamiliar voice.

No one laughs at each other, no one laughs at themselves, and no one is embarrassed. With a warm heart, they willingly sang along with the song.

"YouraisemeupsoIcanstandonmountains, you inspire me, so I can stand on top of the mountains!"

"Youraisemeuptowalkonstormyseas, you inspire me, so I can walk on the stormy seas!"

"IamstrongwhenIamonyourshoulders, on your solid arms, I become tough and strong."

"YouraisemeupTomorethanIcanbe, your encouragement has made me go above and beyond."

At this moment, it is as if returning to the scene when the World Trade Center collapsed on that day, when thousands of people were on the ruins of the World Trade Tower, holding candles, singing Youraisemeup, and bursting into tears.

They don't know that there will be such a day in the future, but at this moment, they have a heart-to-heart connection with the future.

Countless candles, countless lights, here, converge into a heart.

Zhang Guorong, the princess, finished singing this song. They didn't go down, and the band didn't mean to go down at all. They know that they are still needed by the people here. They don't want to go down at all.

There was no applause, no encore, but it made them extremely nostalgic for this stage. It can be said that it is one of the most sacred and solemn stages in their lives.

When the music started again, there was still no applause, only the sound of rain and more and more candlelight as it became smaller. Their gentle voices, like birds flying by in the sky, lit up the sky.

"whenIamdownandohmysoulsoweary......" Zhang Guorong's voice has long been choked, music is an interaction, a collision of soul and soul. At this moment, their souls merged with the thousands of souls present, or, rather, sublimation, rather, purification.

They didn't know what it was, only that warm feeling, a little bit like ivy in their hearts.

They can't stop and can't help but sing.

The people present also couldn't stop, and carried out this heartfelt chorus with more and more familiar singing voices.

“Whentroublescomeandmyheartburdenedbe……”

But refugees aren't the only ones in the crowd.

There is also a type of person called a journalist.

At this moment, he should be talking to the camera, and William. James, the chief guest correspondent of the National Television Station and the largest station in the United States, has covered the Gulf War reporters, but he has not moved.

He didn't move, the photographer behind him, neither did he, and the gaffer didn't even turn on the light. It was as if this little light, illuminated by the thousands of hope candles at the scene, was just ashamed of itself.

"whenIamdownandohmysoulsoweary...... William's Adam's apple was aching and his nose was sore, but his trembling lips and clenched his hand that had come out of the microphone seemed to be uncontrollable, and he sang with great emotion along with the song.

He has walked through too many battlefields, any battlefield, disaster area, after it subsides, the first thing that sounded was not the radio, it was definitely music!

Shocking, human nature. These laurel music is not in the slightest way unaffordable. In that gray situation, in those black occasions, anyone needs its guidance to the light.

It's so needed...... The shock in William's heart turned into emotion. It's so needed...... Now in the disaster area, there is a great need for such songs!

The melody is beautiful, the lyrics are uplifting, and the singers are one. When the government is busy, their appearance will definitely be strongly supported by the municipal government and the national government!

The singer who will come back in the future can only be Dong Shi Xiaofeng.

And......

Will anyone else be able to come up with such a good song in the future?

Even if he can't do music, he can hear it, this song is absolutely! An absolute masterpiece! A classic song that has not been born for ten years!

When I was born, I was still in this kind of place...... He didn't want to go on, he just wanted to sing along, his body couldn't move, his mind was imprisoned, he just wanted to sing along. Let this flame live forever in your heart.

And he forgot that his camera was still shooting.

At this moment, in the United States, as long as they are watching the special report on the disaster areas of the catastrophic typhoon in South Florida and Louisiana, they have all seen this scene.

In the wind and rain, thousands of candles swayed, and two Asians sang softly. Thousands of people sang in unison, forming a curtain of singing that broke through the wind and rain.

At this time, silence is better than sound, as long as it is an individual, everyone feels the power in it.

Even the host of American News was shocked and forgot that he was broadcasting live across the country at the moment.

"Everyone, ......" she finally reacted, and then, without concealing her feelings, she said in a deep voice: "Just now, what you saw was the broadcast of Mr. William, the special chief reporter of the US National Television. Obviously, in such a situation, no matter who he is, he cannot speak. This would disturb the tranquility of this demonic paradise...... May our affected refugees emerge from the disaster, just like this song. Sail the stormy seas. ”

After all, she is the authoritative host of national television, even if she was shocked just now, she immediately came back.

And at this moment, I don't know how many people in the United States are reminiscing about the silent but shocking picture just now, and the impact is like an atom/bomb.

"YouraisemeupsoIcanstandonmountains...... New York, in an apartment, a young girl can't help but sing along: "It's so good...... This song, put here, is really amazing...... One hundred, no doubt. ”

Texas, an apartment in the university, several students, usually hippie smiles, but at the moment only with a gentle smile: "I hope the devil will leave soon...... I'm going to apply to volunteer...... This song, this scene, really moved me......"

Hua Sheng/Dun, an ordinary family, the parents are silent, only a three-year-old child, happily throwing the balloon in his hand, with a childish voice, five notes to sing along: "whenIamdownandoh! ”

"What did you say?!" Meanwhile, in New Orleans, Sanchez, who was already tired and his eyes were red, frowned and looked at his assistant: "Is there a company that is holding a concert now?" Fuck ...... Darn! What time is it! There was a concert! They are provoking my majesty!? ”

"No, no, it's not!" The assistant's tongue was knotted: "Anyway, Your Excellency, their concert has had a very good effect!" Now the city center is crowded! The emotions of the victims are under control! I urge you to see for yourself, Your Excellency! ”

"After the catastrophe, the people's will is the most difficult to control, and if someone with ill intentions intervenes now, I am afraid it will become a disaster." State University/Judge Kaulenko. Reeves said in a deep voice, "Mr. Nelson, you can stay here, and I'll go and see for myself." ”

"If they're really dedicated to the people, that's good...... But I heard that it's Asian? Chinese company? At this time, any ordinary little thing is extremely sensitive, and Reeves's eyes were cold: "If they have other intentions...... I promise they won't make it out of the city alive! ”

"Mayor Bander, come with me. This is the responsibility of your city of New Orleans! ”