The vigorous and powerful fingers shuttled in the orange-red 'color' light, and each pluck brought a flush, as if a pool of lake water was gently swaying and shaking, only faint ripples, but no terrifying 'waves', the tender water-like warmth gently danced between the strings. Every touch of the fingers and strings is like a magic spell, and each note transforms into a small 'spirit' with transparent wings, dancing in the halo of orange and red, and the light of the stars is like thousands of stars decorating the blood-like sunset.

The guitar strings wandered in the air, and the boy's warm and mellow voice sounded slowly like a cello in the orange sunset, "It's another summer day, come and turn away, in Paris or Rome, but I want to go home, oh......" The boy's humming is so beautiful, as if the aroma of coffee is slowly rising in the sunset, the depiction of the dry sunshine aroma after the winter snow, so warm that I can't help crying, "There are people around" Maybe a million, but I'm still lonely, I just want to go home, you know I miss you so much. ”

The whispers rippled in the strings, and the pace of time was completely stopped at this moment, and the shape of amber was printed in the breathtaking beauty of the sunset, leaving an eternal memory. There is no deliberate sensationalism, no contrived arrangement, a qiē is so simple and so fresh, but it is easy to sound softly in the bottom of the heart, even if it is just the lazy drag in the boy's voice, it is like a lovely airplane cloud in a clear sky, sliding a trace through everyone's nose and eyes, softly almost invisible traces, but when I reacted, I realized that I had fallen into it.

"I keep every letter I write to you, even if it's just a few words, 'I'm fine,' baby, what about you?, I'll send them to you, but I know it's not enough. My language is so cold and weak, you deserve more. ”

The boy's singing voice is so beautiful, the changes of the four seasons are depicted in a picturesque way, the strings are colorful 'color', Tong Guò's warm voice fills the poems and paintings little by little, the red 'color' velvety silky touch slowly glides through the heart, and the unconsciously dry eye sockets become moist, and all the feelings under the eyes turn into an emotion called longing, rippling round and round in the pupils, touching the heartstrings.

No one expected such a performance, originally thought it was just a lifesaver for boys, in order to express gratitude to the old 'milk' and 'milk' dedication to a performance, but it turned out that the good times stopped passing. All the noise around was frozen at this moment, the trance image turned into a cloud of light and shadow in the mind, and the surrounding qiē no longer had meaning, and all that was left in everyone's eyes was only the boy who was singing in a shallow 'groan', and the soft voice brought the memory back to the warm home.

Warm cow's milk, mellow coffee, a thick bathtub, soft bath towels, dry sheets, bright sunshine, hearty laughter...... The scene at home is depicted little by little in the boy's voice, and the details are so real and so concrete, clearly outlined in the mind, and then 'colored', and finally awakened, the indescribable sense of belonging invaded in an instant, the tiredness in the mind was overwhelming, and the urge to go home made the moistness in the eyes condense into crystal teardrops.

"Another journey, in another sunny direction, I know I'm lucky, but I want to go home, I have to go home. Let me go home, I'm so far away from where you are, I have to go home. Let me go home, I'm going, baby, I'm going, I want to go home. ”

The boy's graceful and long sentence of "go home" awakens everyone's attachment to home, and the deep and longing thoughts are condensed in a sentence of "let me go home", just like the direction of home represented by the curling smoke and hazy lights on the endless grassland, so that they can find their direction again after 'confusion', pain, sadness, exhaustion, and frustration.

Looking at the young man in front of him, a simple white 'color' T-shirt and denim 'pants', with a pair of sky blue 'color' skateboard shoes, a blue checkered shirt tied to the guitar bag, and an eyebrow-length hair hanging down on his head, the sun sets off the softness and fragility of the hair, but the handsome face is outlined little by little with the golden 'color' light. The delicate facial features are delicately depicted, the deep eyes, the straight nose, the thin and soft lips, the ears are like the spirit, the lines are simple and delicate, the expression is restrained and focused, the skin is shrouded in a thin layer of light, simple and clear handsomeness, exuding infinite charm.

Recalling what happened just now, the boy in front of him just wanted to go home, but he was stumped in this world, and an accident made the boy's footsteps go home on the star-studded Hollywood Boulevard, that helplessness, that longing, like embroidery, is finely and densely woven into the melody, outlining a sorrow that makes people cry. Like poetry, like pictures, but also like songs. Neil Anderson (Neil. Anderson's footsteps followed such a moving melody all the way, he had no intention of stopping for these street performances, even if the crowd of onlookers could not move him, but the skillful guitar notes awakened his ears, he could hardly control his curiosity and interest, and he stepped on the notes to walk here, and then he saw the scene in front of him.

Neil could only see a little incomplete picture through the thick crowd, but he didn't care, he preferred to close his eyes and listen to the singer rather than watch the singer, and he could hear the singer's heart in the melody. It's not just a street performance, it's more like a singer's call from the depths of her heart, where the longing for home, the attachment to loved ones, and the desire for reunion fill every corner of the sound, easily shattering people's armor and invading the softest part of everyone's heart.

"I feel like I'm living in another person's world, like I'm just wandering outside, even when everything goes my way. Then I understood why, you weren't there for me. Maybe it's not what you wanted, but you've always trusted me. ”

"You" is a lover, a relative, a friend, a family member who makes you feel warm, and a harbor for yourself to prove that there is a sense of zài, no matter how wide the outside world is, how cold and cruel it is, there will be a world that belongs to you after all. There is no place for "you", and the world is too big to find your own place, but a meaningless room is endowed with infinite meaning because of a dim light waiting for you to go home. This love, like the mist that stretches in the green mountains and green waters, like the clear spring winding in the deep mountains and old forests, and like the sunshine sprinkled in the dense forest, has become the greatest light in life.

A melody that has never been heard before is narrated in the boy's voice, the string notes that are like magic broken gold dance in the sunset, and the meaningless notes are arranged in the shape of "home" because of the command of the palms of both hands, and the chemical reaction of emotions is infiltrated into the melody and released like smoke and fog.

It is hard to imagine that a pair of thick and slender fingers can weave such a magical magic on five strings, and the vibration of each string ripples out a little light in the air, gently vibrating the string in the heart through the air; it is hard to imagine that a warm and mellow voice can perform such beautiful music on the staff, every tactful and every soft hum and every last note, as if it were thin gold above the crystal clear blue sky. The sunshine shines down without any hindrance, and it is a jaw-dropping marvel at the perfection of the vision.

Neil himself is an underground musician, he is a rhythm guitarist, he has been accomplished with the guitar for more than a decade, he is finishing his street performance on the Walk of Fame today, and he is about to call it a day, but he has to stop for this performer, and he has to express his admiration for the young performer in front of him. When the mood is perfectly combined with the melody and lyrics, and then interpreted through the accurate voice of Guò, the enthusiasm that comes out of this incredibly skillful interpretation is so dazzling.

This is not the 'excitement' when he meets the same lover, but the emotion of a music lover when he appreciates the beautiful melody, Neil only listened to the second half of the melody, so moved, he closed his eyes, purely with his ears to describe the scene of the melody, a qiē is so lifelike, this is not only a song, but also a picture, but also a story, so beautiful that people almost forget about time and space.

"It's another winter day, coming and turning away, in Paris or Rome, I want to go home, you know I miss you so much." The boy's voice with a faint remembrance and shallow regret trembled slightly in the air, and the long tail outlined a wonderful arc, and unconsciously the tears in the listener's eyes were finally overwhelmed, and he was out of the control of the eyelashes, "Let me go home, I've already set off, baby, I've already set off, I want to go home, let me go home, I'll be okay tonight, I'm on my way home." ”

Neil closed his eyes, but he still felt the moistness of his eyes, the long-standing and warm 'jade' attachment slowly flowed like a gurgling stream, and the longing for home in his heart was irrepressibly crazy. Coming to Los Angeles from his hometown of Stockholm (STO) to pursue his musical dreams is a bumpy journey that only Neil himself knows, but he never regrets it because it was his choice. But at this moment, Neil just wanted to go home, and the gentle and restrained "I want to go home" made the thoughts in my heart and the bitterness of my thoughts turn into hot tears, moistening my eyes.

"I'm going home tonight, I'm on my way home......" The boy in the crowd did not sensationalize or sell 'tricks', but used the purest voice to whisper, but magnified the love in the lyrics to infinity, making the warm heart tremble slightly, and almost couldn't control himself and cried bitterly. Even if he didn't cry out loud, biting his lower lip and letting the love of longing rage in his heart, it still consumed almost all of everyone's strength.

The guitar strings gradually disappear in the sunset, getting smaller and smaller and finally disappear in the ears, and then disappear in the bottom of the heart, the orange-red 'color' sunset is burning in the sky, slowly sinking from the place where the sea and the sky 'meet', such a spectacular scenery reflects the moving melody in the ears, so beautiful that people lose their breath.