Eight Hundred and Twenty-Two Keep Promises

"Crack", a muffled sound, a wave of waves in the air, instantly attracted a lot of attention, cast their eyes for unknown reasons, and then found that the light on the far left of the stage was turned off, just like Gotham The city's sheriff turned off the bat lights, and the muffled sound had an indescribable desolation and sigh.

What's going on, is it a light failure?

The wild speculations have not had time to unfold the tentacles, followed by the second muffled sound, then the third and fourth. Pop, pop, the lights on both sides of the stage went out one by one, getting faster and faster, and finally all the lights were completely cut off, and the interior of Madison Square Garden fell into a pervasive darkness, and the darkness was invisible.

"power cut?"

I don't know who made a joke in the dark, a small circle of people around let out a low chuckle, and more people rolled their eyes. Such a small noise, like gravel embarrassing a calm lake, rippled with shallow ripples, circled and circled, and a faint commotion echoed in the quiet scene, and the air once again Start to flow slowly.

It was just a piece of pure darkness. When the light source was extinguished, it seemed to also extinguish the fourth of the five senses. The senses of sight, smell, touch, and taste gradually weakened in the inescapable darkness. Only the hearing became more and more intense. The more sensitive you are, you can even hear the staggered sound of breathing, which then drives the rhythm of the heart beat little by little, and seems to catch the turbulent sound of the accelerated blood flow. Unconsciously, excitement and excitement are slowly brewing.

What's going on, what the hell is going on here? First ten minutes of silence, now... ten minutes of darkness? Is tonight's concert a mime? mime? An experiment in performance art?

They looked at each other in the dark, and inadvertently completed mutual restraint. It seemed that everyone was eager to try, squirming their lips and trying to make a sound, but clenching their teeth in the invisible exchange of sight, refusing to speak, refusing to make a sound. The inexplicable struggle and pulling, when the brain reacts to the specific situation, has already outlined a surging chemical reaction. 【】

In it, Heather is no exception.

Raising his chin, he looked curiously and eagerly, but there was only an endless darkness in front of him. He could vaguely see the surging and restlessness of the crowd, but there was no sound at all, the kind of dark tide hidden under the surface of the vast ocean. , which is heart-warming.

Heather grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair involuntarily, but even with all her strength, she still couldn't grasp the edges and corners of the armrest, and could only feel the rough and sharp outline with the softness of her palm.

In the silence, the clear guitar strings are like spring water in the mountains, sliding down with a ding-dong, and the musical symbols of the big and small beads falling on the jade plate are on the smooth pebbles, the lush shade, the fine sand, the decaying Wandering freely between tree roots and pleasant fish,

Every drop of water is filled with sunlight and oxygen, and the faint halo seems to wrap the milliseconds of time, slowly flowing into a long river of time, with the weight of life, galloping endlessly.

The agile musical talisman gently pulled at the heart in the chest, and once again, the light and shallow pain seemed to be harmless, no need to care, but unknowingly disrupted the rhythm of breathing, sad and bitter, Cold and lonely. Before the singing even started, the graceful melody made people breathless, and involuntarily, he held his breath.

In the boundless darkness, hearing is the only way to detect the world. The tip of the tongue seems to be able to capture the sourness above the musical symbols, but the slowly beating heart is so forceful and fierce that it hits the chest with a dull pain.

The cool guitar strings, this is the only musical instrument. After stripping away all the tediousness and complexity, it is extremely simple and pure, and then the warm and hoarse voice begins to hum softly, like a wisp of smoke, curling It wraps around fingertips and eyebrows, outlining the outline of emotion.

"The ruined alleys in front of us, the places where young people gallop, the empty cars that have been burnt out, like the autumn leaves of Eden, can't escape the fate of falling, fate; the memory that I look back on suddenly, the sunshine I once bathed in, the singing of the ancient empty space, the dead silence The lonely night is like an angel's singing, singing."

While chanting and singing in a low voice, the indifferent but rich sadness firmly and firmly grasped the ear, and the magnificent and lonely scene was spread out in the brain, a barren, full of vicissitudes. The entanglement of fate, the haunting of fate, the swallowing of time, it is like a story written in the Garden of Eden, and the ending has been determined early.

Sad, lonely, helpless.

A spotlight lit up, as if it had crossed the barriers of time and space, and sprinkled from top to bottom. The surrounding darkness was like billowing smoke and dust, and the dust could even be seen in the air. It was majestic and powerful. , but there was no sound at all, like a cry from the depths of the soul: hoarse, but silent.

Renly, who was bathed in the light, was so lonely.

In the huge world, in the boundless darkness, he was alone, his firm and straight shoulders carried the weight of the whole world, and the power that erupted from the silence easily destroyed all the defense lines, and the eyes of the audience were tightly closed. , firmly landed on the figure. No sound came out, just opened his mouth wide, accepted the baptism of the soul, and felt the shock of the soul.

The slender fingers pressed against the strings, making sure that all the noises disappeared completely, letting the silence surging slowly, one second, two seconds, three seconds, it seemed to hear the resonance of the soul, the roaring and screaming. growling, letting Renly's fingers trace the strings again.

"Even if time no longer loves you, I will always stick to the same place." The almost a cappella-like cry, calm but boiling, the pain of tearing the soul, vented between the lines; the next second, it broke out completely——

"We can run for eternity, if eternity is the future." The difficult high-pitched sound is like a boomerang, drawing a bright light, cutting through the darkness sharply and sharply, and the bright sunlight suddenly vents down and reaches a high point, then The conversion of true and false voices that came at hand was instantly stunning and instantly calmed down, and the melody returned to gentleness again, "Time (Time) ... guides the way home."

Unprepared, caught off guard, the soul was hit by a heavy blow, caught off guard, tears blurred its eyes before it could start breathing again, the weight of emotion pressed hard on the chest: sadness, bitterness; pounds splendid, majestic,

"Time", a song "Time", opened the prelude to "One Person's Concert". It's not "Cleopatra", it's not "faithful", it's "time" that hardly exists in the album, it seems to be submerged in the countless classic tracks of "Don Quixote", No one has ever noticed.

But at this moment, a guitar, a spotlight, and a single sing-along smashed everyone's defenses, and set the tone for tonight with a mighty and vigour. Even the blizzard outside the venue seemed to be All have been eclipsed, reduced to accompaniment, can only feel the boundless darkness firmly grasping the ankle, falling, falling again.

"The ancient tree of Eden, engraved with the name of the lover, releases the original desire/desire, like the vast ocean, the turbulent waves in the depths, the waves; the deep love that vents down is like a roaring waterfall, an inescapable tide , hands of sincere desire, baby, hold or let go, let go."

Heather froze in place, her eyes widened, staring intently at Renly wrapped in the spotlight, as if hundreds of millions of stars were venting down like a waterfall, so shocked that she could not move; slowly, slowly, Tears filled his eyes like this, and in the blurred vision, you could see the bright starlight filling the whole world, but the figure was still so clear and firm.

Time flies, vicissitudes of life, things are different.

The power of time is so powerful, those who love each other gradually become strangers, firm commitments gradually become indifferent, pure emotions gradually become complicated, she has changed, but he still hasn't. He always sticks to the place, even if the sea is dry, even if the world is far away, even if the time flies, he still stands in the same place. covered in wounds.

The song "Time" is Renly's promise. He stuck to his promise, even in the face of Time's power and arrogance, even in the face of Time's cruelty and determination, he still never left. What about her? Hold or let go?

She gave up. She tried to give up, she wanted to give up, she gave up. Heather suddenly realized this and hit the softness in his heart hard. Renly still waited, but she chose to give up. What she said, she would not give up; what she said, he should continue to insist; however, she did not keep her promise. Those drowsy and dazed memories, without a clear fragmentary context, have bursts of bitterness.

Unknowingly, Heather stretched out her right hand, trying to hold Renly's outstretched right hand, but the vast night sky was so vast and so far away that before she could straighten it, she let it down weakly. The curled fingertips trembled slightly.

"Even if time no longer loves you, I will always stick to the same place; we can run forever, if eternity is the future, time guides the way home. Home..."

A simple "home", with continuous endings, four or eight beats, but Renly's singing is gradually rising, like a desperate roar, like an angry roar, like a sad cry, a gentle high-pitched voice. In the turbulent and stormy waves, it has never wavered.

It is not just a home, it is a past, it is a memory, it is a belief, and it is a promise.

He remembered, he still remembered their agreement, he still remembered her dream, he still remembered his persistence. He was still moving forward, but she chose to give up, useless, embarrassed, and timid.

The fingertips were drawn together little by little, and the flattened nails sank deeply into the palm of her hand, but she could not feel the slightest pressure or pain, as if she could not even make a fist as simple as that, but the light The strength was pressing heavily on his chest, and the tears in his eyes overflowed like this. .

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