There is silence in the studio, such a situation is unprecedented in the "Oprah talk show", and it has never appeared in any talk show, talk show, as the name suggests, relies on dialogue and 'communication' to run through the entire show. But today, there was a blank space in the studio, and everyone was focused on Hugo, watching Hugo take three steps forward, and then four steps back in smaller steps, this was not a fashion show, and Hugo's steps were not model steps, but the weight of these seven steps made everyone's heart tremble slightly.

This silence is not terrible, on the contrary, it makes the emotions of everyone in the studio begin to roll, little by little towards the highest point, just waiting for a starting point, and then it completely explodes.

Hugo sat down, he didn't say anything more, just lowered his head and hugged the guitar, and then his fingertips fluttered lightly on the taut strings, the clear guitar strings tinkled like spring water, the soft morning sun shrouded the surface of the crystal spring water, and a hazy halo folded in the droplets. Shoot out the moving light, the spring water embraces the sunlight and shuttles among the pebbles, the tinkling sound whins in the green forest, the misty morning mist puts a thin veil on the green metasequoia forest, the sunlight penetrates the mist and sprinkles countless pieces of gold on the small grass and wild "flowers" on both sides of the spring, and the "dew" beads on the petals of the "flowers" are bright and round.

Hugo's slender fingertips weave the most beautiful picture scroll in the world on the five ordinary strings, the light of magic jumps back and forth between his fingers, and you can even see the musical notes as if 'inserted' on the wings of the 'spirit', dancing on Hugo's clean knuckles, using the acoustic guitar of the log 'color' as the canvas, conjuring the most moving and shining brushstrokes, substituting all the audience into Alice's fairyland.

The world fell silent, only the fresh chord sounds hummed.

"You're not her, though I'm trying to tell you apart. I was at a loss, look, I was looking for what was once mine. Then, I saw your eyes, and I saw Alice staring at me, so I would try to find someone who would fit me as perfectly as she did. ”

Hugo's voice wanders through the melody, humming words one by one, connecting these meaningless words with musical notes, and then depicting a true story, such a simple but detailed story. Even if Hugo only sang three lyrics, the framework of the whole story was already in front of him.

Hugo didn't use too many skills, but used the truest emotions in his heart to interpret the lyrics, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind turned into a sentence of lyrics combined with the melody under his fingertips, substituting Hugo into this story, the faint sadness and deep pain, hidden in the strings, slowly seeping out like smoke.

"I've been far away from you, and I want to see you by my side again, darling, but it's not that simple." Hugo's simple and mellow voice was so moving, with an inexplicable sadness, like mint green or washed blue, bright but melancholy, slowly fading under the eyes.

"We've never even tried, we've never even had a conversation, we've never even sketched the future, whenever the pain hits, whenever we've been separated, I'll miss you, I'll miss you."

The lyrics, full of longing, full of regret and full of earnestness, flow slowly between Hugo's 'lips' and teeth, and every turn of his voice is like a scorching sun, silently leaving his own mark on the skin, and before people are aware of it, the pain in their hearts suddenly hits.

It's a very ordinary story. In a new relationship, but always unable to wave the shadow of the previous relationship, the man is always looking for the shadow of the former 'girlfriend' in the 'girlfriend', which is unbearable for the 'girlfriend'. She vented her anger at him, then turned away.

But in fact, the man's heart is not happy, he seems to be hanging in the air, he has always wanted to find a rope to save himself, he once thought that his former 'girlfriend' friend was this rope, but he ignored it, in fact, under his feet is the ground, as long as he is willing to let go, he can start a new life with his feet on the ground, but he doesn't realize it. It wasn't until the people around him turned away that he realized that her harbor was about to leave him, and he was suspended in mid-air, unable to hold on to the rope and unable to touch the ground. At this time, he realized that he loved her, loved her deeply, and his former 'girlfriend' was just a phantom.

"She once belonged to me, I used to belong to her, we belonged to each other, and if she wept, I would protect her and keep her away from the darkness that was coming.

If I leave you, I want to see you by my side again, dear, but it's not that simple, oh. We never even tried, we never even had a conversation, we never even sketched the future, whenever the pain hit, whenever we were separated, I would miss you, I would miss you. ”

Stories like this play out almost every day, where the boyfriend is jealous of his ex-boyfriend and the 'girlfriend' friend is jealous of his ex-'girlfriend'. Memories are the biggest enemy of every relationship, and every couple has a mortal enemy - an ex-boyfriend or ex-'girlfriend'. But in fact, memories are beautiful because they are immutable and remain in the back of your mind forever. And what we can grasp is the present, the people around us; What we can change is the present, it is ourselves, and if we hold on to our memories, we will never be able to take a step.

The sentence "I miss you" was bland, Hugo did not deliberately accentuate his voice, but interpreted the melancholy, helplessness, regret, sadness, and regret in his heart lightly, piercing his heart in the early morning sun, and the pain broke out in an instant, and swept over endlessly.

Inexplicably, the eye sockets began to become warm. Hugo is obviously not sensational, and the tune is not sad, this qiē is as beautiful as transparent sunshine, but the tumbling love is uncontrollable, and in Hugo's warm voice, it slowly ferments. All the excitement, all the expectations, all the enthusiasm vanished, not because of disappointment, but because I was completely integrated into the melody in my ears, and entered the world of my own memories, just like Alice's fairyland, the world that only I know, the emotions that only I know.

"Don't give up on me, it's not my moment, if you hit me hard, then I'll realize that you've left a scar and turned away, like a sunburn."

The guitar strings are still flowing slowly, Hugo's voice is still not in a hurry, but the notes are beginning to surge, Hugo's mellow voice is slightly undulating, and the love is completely exploded in this turn.

What kind of sadness is this, a plea of "don't give up on me" pierced into the soft part of the heart in the clear strings of the guitar. Don't leave, you just have to teach me a hard lesson, it doesn't hurt to even stab me, as long as you don't leave, I will realize my stupidity because of this pain, looking at the scars you left on me, I will hug you firmly and know how deep my love for you is in my heart. So, don't leave me, just leave me with a sunburn, I'll keep this brand forever, but...... Don't give up on me.

Love is so deep, it is clear that Hugo did not deliberately raise the tune, nor did he deliberately amplify the love, but only used the simplest words and melodies, but presented the heaviness of his heart in the simplest way.

"Don't give up on me, it's not my moment, and if you hit me hard, then I'll realize that you're scarred and turned away, like a sunburn."

The turbulence of love was finally completely out of control, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was bathed in the warm sunshine on a winter afternoon, but the tears slipped down like this, reflecting the soft appearance of the sun, and slowly slid down his cheeks. The pain in my heart was 'wave' after wave, almost overwhelming, this was not the sadness of yelling and screaming, but the gecko that was left in the amber, stopped at this moment, but the face was painted with clown makeup, and the laughing expression covered the sadness in my heart.

"We've never even tried, we've never even had a conversation, we've never even sketched the future, whenever the pain hits, whenever we've been separated, I'll miss you, I'll miss you."

The smile stiffened at the corners of his mouth, and the moistness in his eyes reflected the light in the studio, blurring a whole halo that made Hugo, who was playing the guitar look incredibly beautiful.

"I miss you" Oprah slightly covered half of her face, the hot tears made her makeup look wolf-bèi, but she was unwilling to bow her head to hide it, but let herself be 'revealed' in front of the camera, she didn't expect this to happen, but the tears on her cheeks were so real.

"I miss you" Joseph stood with his head bowed and his chin against his chest, a way he had to hide his reddened eyes. Although Joseph had heard Hugo sing several times before this, he was still moved by Hugo's heart-wrenching performance. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the wetness under his eyelids.

The audience at the scene of "I Miss You", the staff around them, no one spoke, no one interrupted the beauty of this moment, no matter whether they resonated with Hugo's song or not, whether they had thoughts about this story, but no one could deny the calm and cozy of this moment, and the body and mind entered a realm of complete relaxation, allowing their feelings to wander freely with the guitar strings.

Hugo's eyes were so focused, watching every touch of his fingertips and guitar strings, listening to the melody blooming proudly in that every sketch, feeling the chemistry of the lyrics in the melody and releasing the emotions in his heart...... Hugo was so empathetic, every note, every word, every turn was so real, he could even feel his voice vibrating with the strings, making the deep feelings in his heart tremble slightly. Music is such a magical power.