I am terminally ill, but I am healing the world with my songs

《Twilight Echoes》

(Twilight Echoes - Angela Zhang)

Everyone's eyes were focused on the song title that gradually appeared.

Both of these songs were written by Cheng Yudie for Wen He.

Today is Wen He's birthday, and also the seventh day since Cheng Yudie's passing.

Did she come to the venue today?

And is she watching Wen He affectionately from the audience as usual?

Thinking of this, the prelude also came to an end.

Wen He looked at the empty seat closest to the stage.

If Cheng Yudie were here...

She definitely wouldn't want to see him so sad on his birthday.

Wen He's gloomy eyes gradually lit up, and his expressionless face gradually brightened.

He seemed to have returned to his former self, his face filled with a smile, his eyes shining with light, as he softly began to sing...

"Legend says there's a star in the vast Milky Way that belongs to him."

"Choosing to stay even after stepping out of time."

"So gentle in the dark night, it's unbelievable."

"Silently guarding his regrets ~"

"The old rocking chair creaks and groans, never stopping."

"The wind sweeps away the fallen leaves and flowers from the courtyard."

"The neighbor's children are making so much noise."

"But why do I always feel like that's him ~ ~"

He was clearly singing with a smile.

The smile was both happy and blissful.

But people heard endless pain from his singing.

The stark contrast stunned everyone present.

They stared wide-eyed, their bodies trembling slightly.

They saw a person whose body was already riddled with holes and fragmented.

Trying to piece together the broken self.

His bright smile had lost its former color, lost its warm, sun-like gentleness.

What people felt was the piercing cold, the heart-wrenching pain.

【No... don't sing anymore... please, Wen He... you shouldn't be like this...】

【Don't use a smile to hide the sadness in your heart anymore... cry if you want to...】

【I'm really feeling so uncomfortable... so painful... I know that the suffering you've experienced far exceeds what we're going through now...】

【We want to share some of your burden... even if it's just a little bit...】

【Please... put down the microphone... embrace us... share some of your suffering with us... you've given us so much... we want to do something too...】

They suddenly felt that Wen He, standing on the stage, was very unfamiliar.

He seemed...

No longer to be the dazzling sun of a myriad of light.

He seemed...

Just a pitiful person trying to hide his pain with a fake smile.

"Perhaps you've also heard him speak."

"Deep or hoarse."

"That's him pouring out his concerns."

"He might be at the final destination."

"By your side."

"In your nightmares."

"If you see him, please don't be afraid ~"

"God ~ ~"

"Could you let me feel it ~"

"Seeing that we both can't stop worrying about each other ~"

"Even if it's a touch of wind, a leaf, a glance..."

"That would be good ~"

"And he ~"

"Could you lend him to me to answer ~"

"Is it only when forgotten that one reaches the end ~"

"Even if there are regrets, they can only be left in yesterday forever..."

"Missing you ~ Ah ~ ~"

The moment the high note appeared, people's souls seemed to be hit by an invisible bullet.

Their entire bodies instantly went numb, and their hairs stood on end.

The suppressed emotions ushered in a complete and violent eruption at this moment!

Unimaginable pain swept in like a tide.

Wave after wave, relentlessly impacting the body and mind.

Every inch of muscle, every nerve, trembled and twisted under this intense pain.

As if about to be torn apart.

This pain was so intense that it created an almost suffocating feeling.

It seemed that the surrounding air suddenly became unusually thin.

No matter how hard they tried to breathe, they couldn't satisfy the body's thirst for oxygen.

【If Wen He appears in my dreams, even nightmares will be as gentle as the wind... We won't be afraid of him... We'll only embrace him...】

【We will always, always remember him, like the eternal sun...】

【Human life, each has its regrets.】

【Everything will move towards death, only Wen He, death is walking towards him...】

【His life is withering, just as everything he cherishes is moving away from him, lovers, pets, friends, us, and... the world.】

People's tears burst out uncontrollably.

Without the slightest warning, and without any reason.

Those crystal-clear teardrops, carrying endless sorrow and pain, kept dripping down their cheeks.

"The old rocking chair creaks and groans, never stopping."

"The wind sweeps away the fallen leaves and flowers from the courtyard."

"... ... ... ..."

"... ... ... ..."

"If you see him, please don't be afraid ~"

"God ~ ~"

"Could you let me feel it ~"

"... ... ... ..."

"... ... ... ..."

"When the universe is annihilated, when the Yellow Springs run dry, we will turn into dust..."

"We will eventually meet again."

As his figure slowly descended, the originally dazzling light seemed to be gradually erased by an invisible hand.

When he finally disappeared completely from the stage...

The endless darkness surged towards him like a raging tide.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled and rapid breathing sound resounded in his ears.

The sound was as if a person was struggling to squeeze out every bit of breath with an extremely hoarse throat.

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!!!"

This series of coughs rose and fell, becoming more and more intense, as if he was about to cough up his heart and lungs in the next second.

After experiencing the desperate breathing, a stream of scarlet blood spurted out of his mouth, splattering all over the ground.

The amount of blood was shocking.

A severe headache was like thousands of steel needles piercing into the depths of his mind at the same time.

The world in front of him began to blur.

Wen He's body couldn't help but twitch slightly because it couldn't bear the pain.

His facial muscles were tense, his features twisted and deformed, and he was as terrifying as a demon appearing in the world.

The intense feeling of suffocation followed, as if a pair of ruthless giant hands were tightly strangling his throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Wen He desperately reached out to grab the breathing mask next to him, as if it was the last straw in his life.

He breathed heavily, desperately hoping to inhale more oxygen.

Even if it was just a little bit more.

It could slightly alleviate the great pain he was suffering at the moment.

Due to his extreme desire and greed for oxygen, before he had time to remove the oxygen mask.

The volcanic eruption-like cough suddenly broke out again.

In an instant.

Bright red blood exploded like a bomb.

Even though they had seen the scene thousands of times, the director and others still couldn't bear to look directly at it.

"Are the things ready?"

After a long time, Wen He said weakly.

"It's ready, but... this third song, I'm afraid..." The director hesitated, obviously having some concerns.

"Let me be selfish once, just this once," Wen He said.

This will also be Wen He's last song in this life.

"Sigh... okay."

He sighed deeply and stopped trying to persuade him.

Soon it was time for him to take the stage again.

Before walking towards the stage, Wen He took out a small notebook and skillfully turned to the last page.

Looking at the only line on it, Wen He smiled.

His smile was filled with a sense of relief.

His slightly flushed cheeks were a little nervous and a little uneasy.

But more than that, it was happiness, joy, and delight.

This time, his smile was no longer fake.

But came from the deepest part of his heart.

When the stage slowly rose, and Wen He appeared in everyone's sight again.

The noisy scene just now suddenly became silent.

Everyone's face was full of shock, and their expressions were filled with surprise and incomprehension.