"I'm still awed by how vast the world is
And still intoxicated by the sweet words of childhood
With no truth or falsehood left, no struggle, no pointless jokes
In the end, I gave my youth back to her
Along with the summer that sprang from my fingertips
My heart moved, so I let it go with the wind
In the name of love, are you still willing?"
At dusk, an old man walked home with faltering steps. He went to his bedside and found the painting hidden there.
In the painting, she smiled radiantly. Facing him, she spoke shyly, whispering sweet words of love.
"When we grow up, I'll marry you and make you my wife for the rest of my life."
That night, the old man had a dream. In the slightly chilly morning light, he saw her smiling sweetly.
She did not ask why he had left without saying goodbye all those years ago, nor did she ask how he had been. She simply saw him return and smiled foolishly and sweetly.
"You're still alone. Does what you said back then still count? I've been waiting for you all this time."
The old man remembered that she had asked him many, many questions in the dream.
After waking, he could remember only one sentence from the dream.
"In the name of love, are you still willing?"
The old man murmured, "I am."
When the singing gradually came to an end, everyone was still unsatisfied. Countless people had been intoxicated by the song!
Aside from Jiang Siming's godlike singing skills, the song itself had beautiful artistic conception and profound meaning, while its lyrics struck straight at the heart and stirred a deep resonance in everyone who heard them.
The audience found themselves drawn into it, gaining insight and