Chapter 1668 1668 Worship

Sailing!

Life goes on forever, every moment of the present will become the past in the next second, and the length of life is limited, we can't be squandering forever and doing nothing forever, so we must sail! Even if the wind is blowing, even if the sea is rough, even if it is a landslide, we must sail! Keep moving forward, unstoppable, and never stop! Life is so short, please raise your head high and live proudly!

Such simple lyrics, such a simple melody, and such a simple interpretation, stirred up a storm, poured down, and vividly interpreted the name of the band "Glory to Death": glory, or death! The result is not the most important thing, the important thing is that there are only two choices, either stop your steps and choose death; or continue to move forward and take steps towards the unknown road, even if the end is a dark hell, even if the end is an abyss, even if The end point is still death, even if the end point is shattered, but without hesitation, the so-called glory is not success, not brilliance or recognition, but insisting on self.

On this path, there are no compromises.

How many people can do this? How many people can run all the way with their dreams, how many people can be desperate to chase themselves, how many people can smash their bones to persevere, how many people can never give up for an illusory goal, how many people can stand The end of life says "I don't regret it"; how many people choose to compromise for the sake of life, how many people choose to restrain themselves in the name of responsibility, how many people have been smoothed out by life, and how many people choose After being mediocre and ordinary into society, how many people bury their regrets deeply in their hearts.

"Sail! Sail! Sail!" The simplest "sail", but it vented Hugo's emotions without any cover, as if a hole had been broken in the dark night sky, and the sky full of stars fell like a waterfall , illuminated the entire night sky, but ignited countless small flames, sounding the horn of resistance in the entire dark world.

The surging emotions are like a storm, drowning everyone, and there are 100,000 "voyages" for 100,000 people. This simple and extremely simple melody stirs completely different feelings in everyone's heart. Everyone can find their own voice in Hugo's passionate and magnificent performance. The tears that burst the embankment are full of intricacies, regret, bitterness, happiness, joy, confusion, astonishment, and pain. It's happiness, it's beautiful... When tears dance on the tip of your tongue, only you can taste the taste of it.

"Maybe I should scream for help, maybe I should kill myself, baby blame my attention deficit disorder."

Such a simple lyric made countless people completely collapse. Jessica opened her mouth wide and couldn't make any sound, but tears poured out wildly. The pain in her heart made Jessica unable to react at all. He could only stand in the same place with all his muscles tense and let the tears flow freely, his inner emotions set off a storm, but he couldn't make a sound.

Should she scream for help; or should she kill herself? Should she choose glory, or death? Or, does she still have a chance to choose, or has she been given up by fate?

In the grand march of life, she seems to have given up too much, and even forgot her reason for existence. Maybe not a dream, maybe just Sally - her daughter, at least she should have awakened her inner drive, life had seemed so insensitive for so long that she had forgotten her passions. But she didn't want it either.

"Help, help, help..." Jessica roared frantically in her heart. She wanted to shout out, but her throat seemed to be blocked. Tears blurred her vision. She could only stare at the stage. The luminous body in the center grabbed his heart fiercely, hoping to find an exit to rescue himself in this melody.

Help, she needs help, who can help her?

"Maybe I'm a freak, maybe I'm not listening, baby blame me for ADHD."

Sally was breathing heavily. She only felt that her lungs seemed to have completely stopped working. She couldn't help but began to cough violently, but the tears on her face still couldn't straighten up. The bitterness, but the emotional storm in my mind could not stop at all.

She's a freak, but she's being listened to - Hugo, the man standing on the stage at this moment, really hears her heart, she wants to chase her dreams, she wants to walk around Every corner of the world, she wants to be someone who can influence others, she...she wants to sail! She wants to stand up again, and then use her own feet to measure the latitude of the world. Even if she knows that the road ahead is windy, she is not willing to give up, she wants to sail!

Sally forced herself to raise her head, and then her chin high, the hot tears were still running wildly, but she showed her pride, she wanted to continue sailing with dignity and courage, she would not. Give up, she will not compromise, she refuses to give up, she refuses to compromise.

"Sail! Sailing! Sailing!"

Hugo's voice made everyone in the audience raise their chins high, and the dazzling tears formed a piece in the light, blooming an extremely dazzling halo, becoming the most gorgeous light tonight, even if Even the most outstanding lighting engineer in the world could not have created such an effect; the boundless sea of ​​people now turned into a sea of ​​emotional turbulence, blooming proudly in Hugo's singing, and the sea of ​​100,000 epiphyllums is magnificent and magnificent. Everything makes the Rose Bowl like heaven.

The exciting melody suddenly slowed down, and the small hammer and drum in Fujin's hand became the main melody. Only the sound of Alfonso's keyboard was responding, and the boiling blood gradually returned to normal temperature, and then Hugo held the microphone tightly. , murmured in a low voice, "La la, la la la... la la, la la oh..."

The soft humming was like a mother's lullaby, warm and soft, and slowly sprinkled a light golden mist, calming the turbulent emotions little by little. At first, I could hear Alfonso's soft whispers, walking between Hugo's melodious and lazy humming, "Maybe I should scream for help, maybe I should kill myself... Maybe I should scream for help, maybe I should I should cut myself off..."

Although the surging emotions gradually calmed down, the boundless echoes played leisurely deep in my heart, and then Hugo's roar sounded again, "Sail! Sailing! Sailing!"

The song returned to a state without any modification, and even the lyrics were omitted, only the simplest "sailing" was sung in a low voice, but Hugo's strong voice tore out the majestic momentum. The hoarseness that was almost breaking the sound produced a thin layer of particles, causing goosebumps to appear on the skin. I couldn't help shivering, and then shivering again, the powerful rhythm became Hugo's voice. The most powerful weapon, like a writing brush, swayes freely between heaven and earth, and outlines the grandeur and splendor of the changing mountains and rivers and the vicissitudes of life.

For seventy seconds, there was no modification, no embellishment, no fancy, only Hugo yelled "Sail!" into the microphone, but each lyric actually burst out with different emotional colors, just like when Hugo was in the grid Lai Mei sang the nine lines of "A Rejection" in "Youth Mind", and the emotional interpretation was brought to the extreme by Hugo.

The powerful momentum made any language lose its color, and even the voice could not be uttered, only Hugo's singing voice that was enough to make the soul tremble, "Sail!"

It's hard to imagine that this is just the power of a song. People have already experienced the spectacle of "Beautiful. Day" and experienced "Don't. Look. Back. In. Anger" ", experienced the dazedness of "Wonderwall", experienced the magnificence of "Young. Volcanoes"... But these songs are not "Sail"!

The majesty of "Voyage" is incomparable. No music can match it. The eloquent momentum is contained in such a simple melody. What is even more incredible is that Hugo actually used a few simple sentences. The lyrics of the song hide all the passionate emotions, and then through his live singing - without any fancy skills, absolute strength of head-to-head - show it vividly, the shock is not only blowing at the face, but also Going deep into the heart, deep into the bone marrow, and deep into the soul, the tremor is hard to feel once in a lifetime.

But now, they're feeling it, on top of the first show of the Deathly Glory "Rapid" world tour. At this moment, Nicholas finally knows why this concert tour is called "Rainstorm", because this is a storm of glory and death, which will sweep the world and truly open a new era in the music market. Maybe Rock and Roll is really about to be reborn! Nicholas also finally knew why the third series of Glory to Death was called "Rapid Storm", because they have experienced countless ups and downs in the past year, but in the end they still found their way in the storm and continued to sail. , came to today!

It was a historic moment, and the Rose Bowl became a witness to that moment, along with the 170,000-plus spectators present — on and off the field.

The melody gradually became gentle, and people didn't even realize it, and the lights slowly dimmed, and eventually with the disappearance of the melody, the lights disappeared completely. It was clear to every audience member: the encore was over.

They don't want the concert to end like this, they don't want the encore to end like this, they don't want this perfect night to end here. They wanted to continue shouting "Encore", but the shock brought by the song "Voyage" almost destroyed everyone's brain, and no one could respond immediately.

In the darkness, people looked at each other, stunned, and at a loss. At this time, people really realized that the concert was over, and it ended in the most glorious way to death. A song "Voyage" drew an end to this perfect night, and people's shock was just beginning.

Bending down, Sally bowed and bowed to the stage, expressing her respect and adoration, except in this way, she could not find any way to vent her inner turmoil, so she did this . The first, the second, the third... 105,000 people, all of them bent their straight backs, and paid their respects to the death of glory with the highest respect!

This is the end of tonight.