Gradually, gradually, the melody stopped, and the curling song floated and surged in the air, leaving a faint sadness and a faint joy, as gentle as the sun at four o'clock in the afternoon, light and soft.

The surging emotions slowly calmed down, the bitterness swelled on the tip of his tongue, and the reality of reality swept over, clear and real like never before, and he finally felt the pain of the wound. I've been numb for too long, I've been ignoring it for too long, and now it's finally all erupted, and the pain of loss is too turbulent and too real, drenched in blood, and I can't bear to look at it directly.

But, now it's finally been discovered. before the wound can begin to heal.

Reopened his eyes, the blurred vision gradually became clear, and then Lan Li saw the old Frank who was close at hand, his vicissitudes and rough face, full of wind and frost, he sat in the empty seat next to him, a place away from Lan Li, holding a beer glass in his hand, and was gulping it down.

As if sensing Lan Li's gaze, old Frank turned his head and looked at the embarrassed face, he didn't ask, he didn't be curious, he just glanced at it indifferently, and then withdrew his gaze and said in a rough voice, "Would you like a beer?"

"Good. Lan Li replied.

Grab your beer and take a sip. The sourness overflowed, and Lan Li couldn't help but laugh, laughing loudly, "Damn, this beer is really bad." ”

Old Frank laughed sullenly and nodded repeatedly, "yes, it's damn unpleasant." But after saying that, he still took a long sip of the wine glass, raised his head and took a big sip, and let out a heavy sigh, "God, it is so bad that it makes people want to kill themselves." ”

"So, is this the same thing as absinthe?" Lan Li's teasing, the young bartender standing at the bar didn't understand at all, but old Frank laughed heartily and said yes again and again.

Poets are always like this, they like the burning of absinthe, but they hate the astringency of absinthe, and every time they create, they always experience another torture, pain and happiness.

Reality, lingering in the fingertips, surging in the chest, precipitating in the mind, unprecedentedly, down-to-earth, Lan Li felt the truth. Heather died, leaving behind a dream she had not been able to fulfill, leaving this world forever.

It's not just the dream of participating in "American Idol", but also the dream of becoming a singer, standing on stage, interpreting yourself with music, and changing the world with music.

The album "Don Quixote" carried the dreams of George Slander and Stanley Charleson as well as the dreams of Heather Cross, and now, Lancet will carry Heather's dreams and his dreams as an artist to move forward. He is an actor and a singer.

At the Grammys, when receiving the Album of the Year trophy, Lan Li clearly felt this, but today it is even more certain, and it is more profound than ever.

Of course, he was not destined to be a qualified singer.

He doesn't write songs regularly, he doesn't make albums regularly, he doesn't hold concerts regularly, he doesn't perform for the Grammys, for the market, for publicity, he is an actor, he still has countless goals to achieve and countless challenges to try, and he still aspires to become a top actor.

But, perhaps, after "Don Quixote", there may be a second album. Although there is no shadow of Lanli so far, and there is no guarantee when it will be released. When the time is right, he will take the initiative to open his arms and enthusiastically embrace the second album.

Reliving his life, he does not want to be unwilling and will not leave any regrets: "I will not miss it again." ”

Like now.

Turning his head, Lan Li's gaze fell on the old Frank next to him, and said with a smile, "Hey, can you lend me your guitar to use?"

Old Frank looked at Lan Li in a daze.

He doesn't know Lan Li, and he can't be blamed for that, because first, there is no photo of Lan Li on the "Don Quixote" album, and even if it is the inside page of the physical album, there is only one photo; second, "Don Quixote" has never carried out any form of publicity, and it is impossible for those veteran music lovers who never care about gossip news to know about it; and third, they like the music of the album itself, not the singer.

Still, old Frank smiled, "You like music too? Old Frank took a big sip of beer, took the initiative to greet him, and walked onto the stage with Lan Li, "What's the need, use it as much as you like, what instruments do you usually use?"

"Piano and guitar. Lan Li followed and walked up.

The platform in front of me was more of an open space than a stage, and it was a small space with barstools, musical instruments, and a courtyard that became a stage, and even the simple but well-equipped stage of the pioneer village was much more complete than here.

"Pop?" said Old Frank with great interest, his eyes lit up at the mention of music, guessing what kind of music Lan Li was best at.

Lan Li chuckled, "It's just enjoying the music." There was no positive answer.

Old Frank didn't mind, and nodded repeatedly, "Of course, of course." Enjoy music, that's the essence and the most important thing. Then, old Frank handed the guitar to Lan Li and said enthusiastically, "I have already tuned the strings just now, but my fingers are heavier, and the strings are tighter, you can see how you feel." ”

Lan Li was not polite, sat on the high stool, took the guitar, briefly sketched the strings, and began to adjust skillfully, "Excuse me, would you like to play with me? If you don't mind, can you give me a little drumming?" Or is it not polite?"

"No, it won't. Old Frank waved his hand repeatedly, "What track are you going to play?" My drum kit is so bad that I can only give you some basic beats. ”

Lan Li smiled happily, "No, a basic drum beat is fine." After speaking, Lan Li seriously recalled for a moment, the melody in his mind was slowly flowing, but it was exciting/emotional, and in accordance with the inspiration, he began to high-five, beating the rhythm.

Old Frank, who sat down behind the drum kit, followed the beat of Lan Li, and tentatively began to beat the drum face.

Lan Li nodded in the affirmative, "The power is a little heavier, right, and then you switch to this beat when you cut to the chorus." The two of them communicated back and forth, a little rusty, some stumbling, but they were harmonious, immersed in the world of music, full of grace and comfort.

The drum beat sounded modestly and steadily, Lan Li lowered his head, outlined the guitar strings, the tinkling strings were like the sound of melting ice and snow, cold and clear, full of vitality, through the bleakness and cold of winter, running towards the warmth and brightness of spring.

The clear and translucent melody, like the first morning sun, tore through the thick night, through the layers of mist, fell on the slender fingertips, refracted the thick eyelashes, sparsely and brilliantly sprinkled down;

"May you leap boldly and fearlessly, build a wall when the tide rises, call on your name when the crowd shouts for joy, and face it with ease. ”

Lan Li's mellow and warm voice, walking through the bright notes, weaving a beautiful and moving poem, moved and firm from the depths of the soul, step by step, so solid, so affirmative, and so persistent, resolutely moving forward. Simple guitar strings and bright drum kits are staggered and flying, outlining the high fighting spirit and bright hope behind the melody little by little.

Old Frank couldn't help but raise his head, and looked at the back of the young man in front of him with a face full of surprise and dismay.

This is a track that has never been heard before, between the simple chords, but bursting with resolute energy, between the moving lyrics, bursting out of resolute perseverance, in that clean and translucent voice, the complex is simplified, but the simple is used to control the complex. Inadvertently, the shock surged, the moving fell, and the soft heart trembled slightly.

"May you fall in love, but your body is bruised, and only through the vicissitudes of life can you be enlightened, may you avoid suffering, but remember the taste of pain, may you shout when the time comes: I give everything I have, and I have no regrets!"

"I-Did-It-All" is just such a simple and straightforward sentence, but it has exhausted all the ups and downs and vicissitudes of life, as well as all the joy and satisfaction in life.

This is a motto dedicated to Heather Cross, this is also the voice from Don Quixote, and it is the cry from the depths of the soul of every dreamer.

They are brave and strong, they are persistent and calm, they are scarred and indestructible, they moths to the fire but shine, they are a group of stupid and extreme lone wanderers, but at the end of their lives, they release all their energy, proudly and contentedly shouting:

I gave it my all, and I have no regrets.

"I cherish every moment that the world has to offer me, I have read thousands of mountains and rivers, I have overcome all the obstacles along the way, even if I am broken, I vow not to waste this life (I-Sear-I-Lived)!"

In the passionate melody, Lan Li's singing voice spread its wings and flew into the sky, trembling in the depths of her soul, trembling, singing, cheering, dancing, and enjoying: even if I am broken, I swear that this life will be in vain.

This is his life, this is his dream, this is his path, this is his persistence.

Along the way, there were stumbles and thorns, and along the way, they were exhausted and devastated, and along the way, they were struggling and difficult. But, he has never regretted it, he will not regret it. Even if he was bruised, even if he was scarred, even if he was overwhelmed with thorns, even if he was broken bones, even if he knelt on his knees, he had to reach the end. He will not give up, let alone retreat, because this is what he believes in and what he exists.

As Ranley-Hall, he lived. He really existed. It's not doing nothing, it's not stealing a living, it's not being timid, it's not getting by, it's not deceiving oneself, it's really living, chasing one's own dreams, and blooming one's own light in one's own way. It's his life, and he doesn't leave any regrets.

In this life, in this life, at the end of his life, even if he is crushed, he swears that he will never lose this life!

I, swear.

Note: I-Lived – One-Republic