The singing began.
Ye Chen's magnetic, rich, powerful voice perfectly conveyed the complexity and vulnerability that men cried out from the depths of their hearts yet found difficult to put into words, resonating with countless fans.
The silky transitions between instruments amazed every fan in the livestream.
Gifts flooded the livestream once again as though they cost nothing.
The follower count surged wildly again.
Likes, shares, and comments never stopped either.
"Give it another five hundred years—think we'll see another Ye Chen?"
"Extremely unlikely. Good-looking, talented, every song is great, and he's won countless awards. What kind of concept is that?"
"And it's not just that. To have such talent while also possessing this kind of character and refinement—it'll be hard to ever find someone like him again."
"This song is really great. It suits someone my age! I want to listen to it while driving."
"(╥╯^╰╥) Every line hits straight at the heart. Especially when you reach middle age, this song really hits differently..."
"Same here. As I listened, all my past experiences and memories came rushing back, and tears fell before I knew it."
"Because you're tired. When men are tired, nobody really pities them. Only cigarettes and alcohol keep us company. After getting drunk, we still have to keep grinding tomorrow for our families."
"Can men not be tired in today's society? My back hurts every day, but I still have to work myself to the bone to make money. When I tell my wife my back hurts, she just tells me to put on medicated wine or a pain patch, and may even scold me, saying I'm only in my thirties and already hurting here and there [tears]. All I can do is endure it silently by myself [sobbing]."
"Ten rockets, as a small token of