"Yo? Mission accomplished?"
Jiang Kan was startled and woke up from the joy of his song breaking into the top three.
Yes, the third place winner in January should indeed receive a green lottery opportunity and a random music treasure chest.
"Okay, let's draw the lottery now!"
"Copy that, the lottery begins!"
The system issued a neutral tone without emotion, and then Jiang Kan saw a colorful disk appear in front of his eyes and began to rotate continuously.
"stop!"
Jiang Kan shouted in his mind, and the turntable immediately stopped, and the pointer pointed to a column of small characters:
Song: "Old Boy"
"Oh? A song was drawn in the lottery?"
"And... the song title is so weird? System, let's play it and listen to it?"
"Okay, host, please wait!"
Immediately, a melodious guitar sound sounded in Jiang Kan's ears.
"
That is the person I miss and love deeply day and night.
How should I express it?
will she accept me
Maybe I'll never say that to her
I'm destined to wander the world
How can I be concerned?
"
An old and sad voice sang the lyrics, and in just a few words, Jiang Kan's thoughts were brought back to more than twenty years ago.
At that time, he had just entered college and was about to leave the small city where he lived to pursue a bigger dream.
But for the girl he liked, he never expressed his love to her.
He didn't know whether the other party would be willing to accept his full friendship, and he also knew that he was about to leave this place and go to a city different from hers to start another life.
How can people care about people who are destined to leave and go to two different cities?
Even if she agreed to him after confessing her love, was it because they just got together and then broke up?
What's more, I can't be sure what the other person is thinking. I am timid and dare not step forward. I can only occasionally look at her former appearance from the photos after taking graduation photos. She was the most beautiful appearance in my heart.
"
Dreams are always out of reach
Should I give up?
Flowers are blooming and falling, and it’s the rainy season again
Spring, where are you?
"
The affectionate song continued to sing, Jiang Kan's eyes had been closed, and he was quietly absorbed in the slow sadness and sighs.
It's as if I'm watching, or experiencing again the mundane past that makes me miss it deeply and remember it deeply in my heart, unable to extricate myself.
"
Youth is like a flowing river
Once you leave and never come back, you won’t have time to say goodbye
I am left numb, without the passion of the past
Look at the flowers floating all over the sky
wither at the most beautiful moment
Who will remember that she has been in this world?
"
Youth is like a rushing river, passing by in waves like time. When I suddenly wake up, I have not said goodbye to her, and I have not seen her again for more than 20 years.
The young man who was originally full of passion and wanted to carve out a better future for himself has now experienced the wind and frost of time and has become a middle-aged man who has become numb to ordinary life. He watches the flowers all over the mountains fall alone in autumn. At the moment when they are blooming most beautifully, the flowers wither and wither, fall into mud and grind into dust, and then disappear without a trace, as if they have never been in this world of beautiful flowers.
Just like the girl who once appeared in my memory, she is fleeting and hard to find. More than twenty years later, I can no longer tell whether it is a beautiful illusion created in my mind or whether it is really in my mind. The one who existed in my short youth, who made me cry, laugh, be happy, and feel lonely, was extremely cherished, but even my fingertips carefully avoided her, never touching her.
This is really a precious memory for old boys, and it is also the dusty stories that they seem to have forgotten long ago, but have been buried deeply in their hearts...
There has always been a saying: "A man will remain a boy until he dies." Not that men will always maintain the liveliness and energy of their youth.
Rather, they have always buried such a person and such a memory in their hearts. Until they grow old, can no longer walk, and cannot speak clearly, they will still remember that person and memory in their hearts when they wake up late at night. Carefully open this long-cherished memory, and look at the woman who once made me cry, laugh, be happy, and feel lonely with cherishment and nostalgia.
Just like the way he looked when he was a teenager, it was as if he had never aged.
As he listened, a crystal tear began to well up in Jiang Kan's eyes.
In a moment, this crystal tear slipped from his left eye, slid across his cheek, slid down his chin, and fell on the arm pillowed under his head, drawing a faint flower on the surface of the thick white down jacket. Gray flower.
"Stop, stop, stop, stop!"
Jiang Kan's throat was already choked up, and countless memories rushed into his mind instantly, making him unable to listen anymore.
He buried his face between his folded arms and cried silently.
He was crying so sadly, so sadly, and so indulgently that his figure kept shaking, and his deliberately suppressed sobs echoed in the room.
Fortunately, Zheng Yupeng had gone home at this time, and he was the only one left in the entire composition department office.
But even at this time, he did not dare to cry too loudly, because there were many night-time workers next door to the office, and if they heard it, the impact would not be very good.
The system also considerately stopped playing the song immediately, giving Jiang Kan time to calm down.
After a long time, Jiang Kan's face, buried in his arms, slowly lifted up.
"Ah, system, you gave me such a sad song..."
Jiang Kan naturally knew that this was not the fault of the system, but that the song was so well written, so touching, and so emotional.
But he just complained a little, why did he give himself such a sad song? Didn't he think that his life in the past few decades had not been full of twists and turns, not painful enough, and not tortured enough?
"..."
The system did not answer him, but silently continued to display the translucent screen recording the lyrics in front of his eyes, waiting for him to shout the "continue playing" command.
"Continue...play..."
After calming down his mood, Jiang Kan thought it would be better to continue listening to the remaining half of the song.
After all, as a mature middle-aged man, he should still have the willpower and emotional control to resist emotional invasion.
However, Jiang Kan still miscalculated.
He still overestimated his willpower and emotional control.
When the whole song was played, he burst into tears again.
This time he did not continue to bury his face in his arms, but opened the office window very roughly, wailing loudly at the bustling night scene outside the window and the cold wind coming in, venting his emotions!
This song is so fucking tear-jerking!
Is the lyricist who wrote this song on Earth really a human being?
How could he write such tear-jerking lyrics that make the listener's heart beat up and down with his baton, mobilizing his or her own emotions, like a puppet that moves according to his wishes?
Is this the power of a lyricist?
A good song is not just about the melody being gripping or engaging.
Its lyrics can bring out 50%, or even 100% more effect than the music part!
Take this song "Old Boy" for example. If its lyrics are mediocre and cannot cause any emotional ups and downs in people, or they are just simple descriptions and repetitions, such as "missing you", "memories" "Ah", "Unforgettable"... and other verbal words.
Can it bring such a powerful emotional impact to the listener? Can it make people fall into a vortex of memory as soon as they hear it, quickly connect them with their past experiences, form a strong empathy, mobilize people's emotions and get deeply involved in this melody?
No way.
Jiang Kan's mood gradually returned to calmness, and his thoughts gradually returned to sobriety.
He quickly used his rationality to analyze the lyrics of the song, and found out why the song could evoke people's emotions so much and make the listeners quickly empathize.
