King of Stage

Unknowingly, Maxim stood up with tears in his eyes, and stared at Ronan who was singing and singing. His figure had disappeared in the dazzling sunlight, between Ronan and the sun. In this way, they merged together, but Maxim still stared at the "sun" unblinkingly.

　　Even though he felt the sting in his eyes, he still stared at Ronan with wide eyes, lest he miss any details, even though the tears had blurred his vision, he still couldn't bear to close his eyes. Having not been able to take a good rest for more than forty-eight hours left the body in an unbalanced state. The body seemed to be floating in mid-air. The feeling of weightlessness caused all hormones to be disordered, and emotions were completely out of control.

　　The heart was trembling slightly.

　　 Yes, they have been bruised and bruised; Yes, they are exhausted; Yes, they are desperate. Yes, they are no longer the age to be able to run wild by relying on blood. Everything implies that this is the end, this is the end.

　　 But!

　　If they try again, what harm will it do? It's as if the darkness blurs the vision, it can be torn apart with the power of faith, and then embarks on the journey of chasing the light again.

　　 This is the true direction of the heart, and the voice that comes from the heart will never lie.

　　 "You know... everyone is chasing... the light."

High, high, and higher, the melody is torn in Ronan’s voice, like a sky light penetrating through the layers of the night, and the whole world is gradually brightening, and the magnificent and magnificent scene is so mighty and mighty. After spreading it out, you can feel that powerful force in the depths of your soul, sweeping across it, and there is no time to react, so it surrenders and falls to the ground.

The continuous high-pitched processing was readily available under Ronan’s interpretation, precisely because there is no instrumental accompaniment, only pure cappella can truly make people fully open to feel the power in Ronan’s voice, and emotions detonated one after another. , The turbulent emotions in the chest cavity and the depths of the mind made the body tremble uncontrollably, seeming to be able to truly feel the temperature of the sun, and the hot temperature made the blood boil.

Real music is a kind of resonance in the soul. It has nothing to do with language, age, gender, culture, nationality, and nationality. It only comes from the vibration of melody notes, just like this moment, the simplest and most simple. The most pristine way of acting has stirred up stormy seas.

Through the lens, Alice watched Ronan quietly in the sun. Because of the backlight, he couldn't see his expression clearly. She could only vaguely catch the sweat, the undulating chest, and the upward movement. The corner of his mouth, but Ronan was so dazzling that the sun was eclipsed by the dazzling.

　　 Ronan should be born on this stage.

　　 Alice’s nose is a little bit sorrowful. It is precisely because of her understanding that she can feel the happiness in Ronan’s singing more deeply and clearly—

　　 is not desperation or despair, or pain or sorrow, but happiness, full of sunshine and dryness, like a white shirt that has just been dried.

Even in the darkest moment, Ronan still did not lose his faith. He simply loved and persevered in this way; even standing on the edge of the cliff, Ronan still did not complain about himself, just ran and sprinted forgottenly, and then Do your best to leap high.

　　 Soar towards the sun!

　　 This purity is stupid in Scout's eyes, but brave in Alice's eyes.

Because everyone is chasing the light, never give up their beliefs just because other people stopped. They don’t want to chase the light, but they lack enough courage and perseverance to let us clenched our fists and stand again. Get up and fight to the end like a soldier.

There are countless ways of success; countless ways of life; but happiness, but there is only one mode. Put your right hand on your chest to feel your heartbeat, and truly listen to the inner voice. The answer is hidden there. Everyone can Find a way to make yourself happy.

The difference between 　　 is whether you have enough courage to chase it?

Alice’s eye sockets could not help but slightly moistened, reflexively closed her eyes, trying to conceal her embarrassment, but then opened again, bravely and firmly staring at Ronan, who was blooming on this simple stage. Use the camera lens to record this moment.

　　 "Everyone is chasing..."

The clear and powerful treble easily pushed the emotions to a new peak, the heart began to warm up, from warm to piping hot, and finally almost burned the chest, every cell under the body was cheering, screaming and roaring, Then he stood up involuntarily, raised his head, facing the sun, like a sunflower.

　　 Everyone is chasing...light.

Unknowingly, the toes are still lightly padded, just to get closer and closer, so they start chasing the light uncontrollably, escaping the entanglement and chasing of the dark moment, tearing the imprisonment and encirclement of the endless night , UU reading www.uukanshu.com before he realized it, his right hand was already leaning towards the sky, trying to touch the clear and vast sky, feeling the temperature of the sun, even if it disappeared in ashes.

　　 The scorching heat made people tearful.

　　 This is what the heart wants. Maybe you can deceive others but you can never deceive yourself.

　　 One song, over.

Ronan's chest was still undulating fiercely. The continuous high-pitched emotional release required him to take a moment to breathe and adjust. His skin was slightly hot, like a low-grade fever, and his fingertips were trembling slightly because of too much force. Feel the slight trembling of knees and calves.

But this feeling is not bad, there is a kind of refreshment and invigoration of immersing in the hot spring, the smile of the corner of the mouth involuntarily rises slightly; moreover, the heart and soul of the inspiration burst makes the body and mind feel baptized, tired and confused. All of his dark emotions disappeared.

The fingertips that stretched to the sky with all their strength can feel the hot temperature, and when you close your eyes, you can touch the shape of the sun with your fingertips. The light arc is delicately wiped on the fingertips, pulling the arc of the mouth. It rose slightly like this, and then he opened his eyes again.

　　 He saw it.

The light gold set off against the light blue, faintly able to catch a touch of lush green and bright red in the corner of the field of vision, and there are looming engine sounds and bird sounds in the ears. The world is It was so beautiful and so real that it filled the eyes with tears, and then all the colors were blurred, like ink painting.

　　He is the one who chased the light, a fool, an idiot, a fighter, a wanderer who walked alone, and a bruised Sisyphus.