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"When I die alone, when I die alone, I won't miss it again."
Lan Li's singing voice spread through the microphone, without the package of musical notes, the sadness and bitterness hidden in the lyrics and melody slowly permeated. At this moment, they are not Cleopatra, but Don Quixote.
In the original novel, Don Quixote is lying on a hospital bed, dying and passing away. Before he died, his heart was filled with regret and regret, denying his life, denying his dreams, and denying his own meaning; however, after thousands of years, he passed the shackles of novels, Don Quixote Resuscitated again, this time, he was no longer alone.
Heather Cross raised her hands high, a bright smile appeared on her embarrassed cheeks, and her trembling legs were almost unsteady, but she was stubborn and strong. I lost my spine, exhausted the last trace of strength in my body, stood upright, and then started to beat the rhythm with my hands.
"Papa Papa Papa! Papa Papa Papa!" The brisk and joyful rhythm, lonely and lonely, echoed gently in the boundless darkness, like a feather sliding down high in the sky, so light that there is no power, but it is floating. It outlines a thrilling magnificence and grandeur.
Heather's movements were a bit awkward, and her palms could not be fully spread out. She could only hit with the lower part of the palm. Her voice was dull and suppressed. There was almost no applause, but she didn't care, just slapped firmly, Pop!" That is the rhythm of "Cleopatra" drums, like a rush of high mountain running water, one sound after another, echoing in my mind.
Heather's thin and slender body, at this moment, is like a big tree in the sky, supporting the vastness of the entire sky, standing in the desolation of the entire earth, like the singing of ancient poetry, echoing far away.
Allie raised his hands, Derek raised his hands, Hope raised his hands, William raised his hands, Leslie raised his hands... The audience of 20,000 people in the audience raised all those arms. Erected into a dense forest, joined Heather's ranks, together supporting the whole world.
"Papa Papa!" The applause was like a turbulent sea, and the mountains fell to the ground. The whole stage burst out with incredible energy and light, and finally gathered on Lan Li's body, arousing incredible thunder, reverberating, and reverberating. The arrogance of gestures and gestures completely ignited the surging passion.
So Lan Li stood up, straightened the microphone stand again, and quickly danced on the guitar strings with his left hand. The gurgling melody gradually derives the roar of the waves, as if the yellow river enters the sea, like a galloping horse, in Madison The square garden echoed leisurely, and the clank of the golden horse and iron horse, like a gust of wind and rain, made people lost but also carnival.
Sadness has evolved into majestic; bitterness has evolved into magnificence; regret has evolved into chic. Cleopatras, Don Quixotes, raised their hands high and danced, as if this was the last day of life!
"I used to be Cleopatra, I used to be a young actor, when you knelt on your knees before my window, begging for my hand; I was so sad because I was wearing a black dress and my father was in the coffin. Sleep long, and I don’t have any plans."
Dancing, the audience began to dance, shrugging their shoulders, leaping steps, shaking their heads, hitting their hands, they danced freely like this, humming tunes in their mouths, following Lan Li’s Guide, enter this world that belongs to them, revel in wantonly.
"I left a muddy footprint on the carpet. When you leave, it gradually stiffens like my heart; but I must admit that I will immediately promise your marriage proposal and curse your wife in order to stay with you. By my side, I am willing to be your lover."
The more and more exciting guitar melody, after reaching its peak, stopped abruptly, as if standing on a cliff, with a strong wind, hunting and roaring, open your hands, and you can soar in the wind. The next second, I jumped, "But it's too late, it's all too late, I missed the love of my life. When I die, when I die, I won't miss it again.
Laughing, singing, dancing...Unconsciously, tears once again blurred the vision, the smile became brighter and brighter, the dancing posture became more and more joyous, but the bitterness and sadness of the tongue became more and more turbulent.
Through the blurred vision, Heather can see Madison Square Garden like a boiling ocean. The audience is jumping and surging. Even the eruption of a volcano is not enough to describe the grand situation in front of him. The entire ocean reaches After reaching the boiling point, gurgling and tumbling, the world filled with steam, the world was shrouded in a shining golden light and lingering mist.
She is not alone. Besides her, there are 20,000 people, a full 20,000 people, crying and laughing with her, singing and dancing together, lonely and lonely together, walking forward and dreaming together, being born together and dying together.
At this moment, they are the happiest group of people in the world.
"The only gift God has given me is a life and a divorce, but I read the script and the costume is just right, so I will play my role. I used to be Cleopatra, I used to be more than the ridge of the roof. High, but all the past has gone with the wind; now the nurse in white shoes leads me back to the guest room. There is only one bed and one bathroom, a place to the end."
In the ups and downs, the melody stopped here. Lan Li stopped the hands that traced the strings, raised his head, and silently looked at the turbulent sea of people in front of him, sighing and helpless, happy and proud, countless emotions surging in his chest, inexplicably, the tip of his nose was slightly faint. Pantothenic acid.
At this moment, he is standing here, without any defense, without any mask, without any hypocrisy, without any concealment. He opened his heart with music as a bridge and stage as a position, showing his soul and dreams. My past and present show my pursuit and persistence. Unprecedented fragility, but also unprecedentedly strong.
Listen, singing came from the scene.
"I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, miss the love of my life." The audience sang in unison, and the uniform and uniform singing became one piece, sweeping in mighty, everyone is high Raising their hands, everyone sang to their heart's content, everyone took off their heart and enjoyed it.
The messy and weak singing voices came together one after another, twisted into a rope, bursting out with a powerful and suffocating force.
Heather smiled, smiled brilliantly, she sang loudly with all her strength, joined the ranks of every audience, and also joined every rank of Don Quixote. Those words and pronunciations were so difficult for her, but she didn’t care. She just sang loudly, wildly, and enthusiastically, "When I die alone, when I die alone, I won’t Miss again."
The happiness at this moment is so turbulent that it makes people indulge in it and cannot forget it. God, she really loves this stage so much, she is so crazy for this man, she is so lucky to be a part of tonight.
The neat singing voice, the pitch is a bit unstable, or even a little floaty, there is no soundtrack, no drums, and even no tune, but it interprets the most moving and beautiful truth of the song "Cleopatra"——
"I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, miss the love of my life." Lanly drew the strings again, like a bard, slowed down the rhythm, slowed down the pace, and hummed softly. The hoarse voice curled up in the end, like a faint smoke haunting the fingertips, which made people intoxicated and lost.
The audience seemed to have a sharp heart. At the same time, they closed their mouths and stopped high-fives, but did not lower their arms. They just looked at the stage quietly and dumbfoundedly, quietly listening to Lan Li's singing, feeling the rhythm and rhythm of the beating heart. Power and blood are still burning wantonly, and there is an eternal call from the silent ear.
"When Don Quixote died alone, when Don Quixote died alone, we will never miss it again."
Looking up at the man in the spotlight, Heather's cheeks burst into full light, and the smile at the corner of his mouth settled to the bottom of his eyes, shining and shining in the dim and crystallized tears.
The poem-like and moving melody, the little changed lyrics, but deduced a different meaning, the dragging tail sound is continuous in the entanglement of the curvy strings, and finally the melody stops, the singing ends, and only the rush is left. Moving thoughts and aftertastes float in the air.
Heather couldn't help but hummed softly, "When Don Quixote died alone, we won't miss it again." The almost whispered humming, like an echo from the depths of the soul, only he can hear; but it seems to come from The oracles of nature reverberate throughout the world.
She doesn't want to regret, she doesn't want to give up, and she doesn't want to miss it.
She will cheer up again ~www.novelhall.com~ to stand on the stage of "American Idol"; she will continue on the road of music and become a real singer; she will start rehabilitation again and fight the disease, Looking forward to one day, she can embark on a journey and see the world outside of Mount Sinai Hospital; she will cheer up and hold life firmly, so that every day will be transformed into a different color.
She is only sixteen years old, and she still has many regrets and many wishes that have not been realized. She will not give up. Sprinting and fighting hard, until the real end of life, that day, at that moment, she will never miss her own death again. But before that, she has to stand up again with her feet and recreate the future with her hands.
"Huh", the lights of the audience went out in an instant. In the distant and poetic melody of "Cleopatra", Madison Square Garden plunged into darkness again. "One person's concert", it's over.
In the darkness, everyone looked at each other: Should they call Encore? Should they end there? Should they be ready to leave?
Then Heather shouted, "Don Quixote!" The sound went from faint to grand, from calm to turbulent, and finally formed a storm, which came to a magnificent and grand curtain. Tonight, they are all Don Quixote.
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"When I die alone, when I die alone, I won't miss it again."
Lan Li's singing voice spread through the microphone, without the package of musical notes, the sadness and bitterness hidden in the lyrics and melody slowly permeated. At this moment, they are not Cleopatra, but Don Quixote.
In the original novel, Don Quixote is lying on a hospital bed, dying and passing away. Before he died, his heart was filled with regret and regret, denying his life, denying his dreams, and denying his own meaning; however, after thousands of years, he passed the shackles of novels, Don Quixote Resuscitated again, this time, he was no longer alone.
Heather Cross raised her hands high, a bright smile appeared on her embarrassed cheeks, and her trembling legs were almost unsteady, but she was stubborn and strong. I lost my spine, exhausted the last trace of strength in my body, stood upright, and then started to beat the rhythm with my hands.
"Papa Papa Papa! Papa Papa Papa!" The brisk and joyful rhythm, lonely and lonely, echoed gently in the boundless darkness, like a feather sliding down high in the sky, so light that there is no power, but it is floating. It outlines a thrilling magnificence and grandeur.
Heather's movements were a bit awkward, and her palms could not be fully spread out. She could only hit with the lower part of the palm. Her voice was dull and suppressed. There was almost no applause, but she didn't care, just slapped firmly, Pop!" That is the rhythm of "Cleopatra" drums, like a rush of high mountain running water, one sound after another, echoing in my mind.
Heather's thin and slender body, at this moment, is like a big tree in the sky, supporting the vastness of the entire sky, standing in the desolation of the entire earth, like the singing of ancient poetry, echoing far away.
Allie raised his hands, Derek raised his hands, Hope raised his hands, William raised his hands, Leslie raised his hands... The audience of 20,000 people in the audience raised all those arms. Erected into a dense forest, joined Heather's ranks, together supporting the whole world.
"Papa Papa!" The applause was like a turbulent sea, and the mountains fell to the ground. The whole stage burst out with incredible energy and light, and finally gathered on Lan Li's body, arousing incredible thunder, reverberating, and reverberating. The arrogance of gestures and gestures completely ignited the surging passion.
So Lan Li stood up, straightened the microphone stand again, and quickly danced on the guitar strings with his left hand. The gurgling melody gradually derives the roar of the waves, as if the yellow river enters the sea, like a galloping horse, in Madison The square garden echoed leisurely, and the clank of the golden horse and iron horse, like a gust of wind and rain, made people lost but also carnival.
Sadness has evolved into majestic; bitterness has evolved into magnificence; regret has evolved into chic. Cleopatras, Don Quixotes, raised their hands high and danced, as if this was the last day of life!
"I used to be Cleopatra, I used to be a young actor, when you knelt on your knees before my window, begging for my hand; I was so sad because I was wearing a black dress and my father was in the coffin. Sleep long, and I don’t have any plans."
Dancing, the audience began to dance, shrugging their shoulders, leaping steps, shaking their heads, hitting their hands, they danced freely like this, humming tunes in their mouths, following Lan Li’s Guide, enter this world that belongs to them, revel in wantonly.
"I left a muddy footprint on the carpet. When you leave, it gradually stiffens like my heart; but I must admit that I will immediately promise your marriage proposal and curse your wife in order to stay with you. By my side, I am willing to be your lover."
The more and more exciting guitar melody, after reaching its peak, stopped abruptly, as if standing on a cliff, with a strong wind, hunting and roaring, open your hands, and you can soar in the wind. The next second, I jumped, "But it's too late, it's all too late, I missed the love of my life. When I die, when I die, I won't miss it again.
Laughing, singing, dancing...Unconsciously, tears once again blurred the vision, the smile became brighter and brighter, the dancing posture became more and more joyous, but the bitterness and sadness of the tongue became more and more turbulent.
Through the blurred vision, Heather can see Madison Square Garden like a boiling ocean. The audience is jumping and surging. Even the eruption of a volcano is not enough to describe the grand situation in front of him. The entire ocean reaches After reaching the boiling point, gurgling and tumbling, the world filled with steam, the world was shrouded in a shining golden light and lingering mist.
She is not alone. Besides her, there are 20,000 people, a full 20,000 people, crying and laughing with her, singing and dancing together, lonely and lonely together, walking forward and dreaming together, being born together and dying together.
At this moment, they are the happiest group of people in the world.
"The only gift God has given me is a life and a divorce, but I read the script and the costume is just right, so I will play my role. I used to be Cleopatra, I used to be more than the ridge of the roof. High, but all the past has gone with the wind; now the nurse in white shoes leads me back to the guest room. There is only one bed and one bathroom, a place to the end."
In the ups and downs, the melody stopped here. Lan Li stopped the hands that traced the strings, raised his head, and silently looked at the turbulent sea of people in front of him, sighing and helpless, happy and proud, countless emotions surging in his chest, inexplicably, the tip of his nose was slightly faint. Pantothenic acid.
At this moment, he is standing here, without any defense, without any mask, without any hypocrisy, without any concealment. He opened his heart with music as a bridge and stage as a position, showing his soul and dreams. My past and present show my pursuit and persistence. Unprecedented fragility, but also unprecedentedly strong.
Listen, singing came from the scene.
"I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, miss the love of my life." The audience sang in unison, and the uniform and uniform singing became one piece, sweeping in mighty, everyone is high Raising their hands, everyone sang to their heart's content, everyone took off their heart and enjoyed it.
The messy and weak singing voices came together one after another, twisted into a rope, bursting out with a powerful and suffocating force.
Heather smiled, smiled brilliantly, she sang loudly with all her strength, joined the ranks of every audience, and also joined every rank of Don Quixote. Those words and pronunciations were so difficult for her, but she didn’t care. She just sang loudly, wildly, and enthusiastically, "When I die alone, when I die alone, I won’t Miss again."
The happiness at this moment is so turbulent that it makes people indulge in it and cannot forget it. God, she really loves this stage so much, she is so crazy for this man, she is so lucky to be a part of tonight.
The neat singing voice, the pitch is a bit unstable, or even a little floaty, there is no soundtrack, no drums, and even no tune, but it interprets the most moving and beautiful truth of the song "Cleopatra"——
"I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, miss the love of my life." Lanly drew the strings again, like a bard, slowed down the rhythm, slowed down the pace, and hummed softly. The hoarse voice curled up in the end, like a faint smoke haunting the fingertips, which made people intoxicated and lost.
The audience seemed to have a sharp heart. At the same time, they closed their mouths and stopped high-fives, but did not lower their arms. They just looked at the stage quietly and dumbfoundedly, quietly listening to Lan Li's singing, feeling the rhythm and rhythm of the beating heart. Power and blood are still burning wantonly, and there is an eternal call from the silent ear.
"When Don Quixote died alone, when Don Quixote died alone, we will never miss it again."
Looking up at the man in the spotlight, Heather's cheeks burst into full light, and the smile at the corner of his mouth settled to the bottom of his eyes, shining and shining in the dim and crystallized tears.
The poem-like and moving melody, the little changed lyrics, but deduced a different meaning, the dragging tail sound is continuous in the entanglement of the curvy strings, and finally the melody stops, the singing ends, and only the rush is left. Moving thoughts and aftertastes float in the air.
Heather couldn't help but hummed softly, "When Don Quixote died alone, we won't miss it again." The almost whispered humming, like an echo from the depths of the soul, only he can hear; but it seems to come from The oracles of nature reverberate throughout the world.
She doesn't want to regret, she doesn't want to give up, and she doesn't want to miss it.
She will cheer up again ~www.novelhall.com~ to stand on the stage of "American Idol"; she will continue on the road of music and become a real singer; she will start rehabilitation again and fight the disease, Looking forward to one day, she can embark on a journey and see the world outside of Mount Sinai Hospital; she will cheer up and hold life firmly, so that every day will be transformed into a different color.
She is only sixteen years old, and she still has many regrets and many wishes that have not been realized. She will not give up. Sprinting and fighting hard, until the real end of life, that day, at that moment, she will never miss her own death again. But before that, she has to stand up again with her feet and recreate the future with her hands.
"Huh", the lights of the audience went out in an instant. In the distant and poetic melody of "Cleopatra", Madison Square Garden plunged into darkness again. "One person's concert", it's over.
In the darkness, everyone looked at each other: Should they call Encore? Should they end there? Should they be ready to leave?
Then Heather shouted, "Don Quixote!" The sound went from faint to grand, from calm to turbulent, and finally formed a storm, which came to a magnificent and grand curtain. Tonight, they are all Don Quixote.
"When I die alone, when I die alone, I won't miss it again."Lan Li's singing voice spread through the microphone, without the package of musical notes, the sadness and bitterness hidden in the lyrics and melody slowly permeated. At this moment, they are not Cleopatra, but Don Quixote.In the original novel, Don Quixote is lying on a hospital bed, dying and passing away. Before he died, his heart was filled with regret and regret, denying his life, denying his dreams, and denying his own meaning; however, after thousands of years, he passed the shackles of novels, Don Quixote Resuscitated again, this time, he was no longer alone.Heather Cross raised her hands high, a bright smile appeared on her embarrassed cheeks, and her trembling legs were almost unsteady, but she was stubborn and strong. I lost my spine, exhausted the last trace of strength in my body, stood upright, and then started to beat the rhythm with my hands."Papa Papa Papa! Papa Papa Papa!" The brisk and joyful rhythm, lonely and lonely, echoed gently in the boundless darkness, like a feather sliding down high in the sky, so light that there is no power, but it is floating. It outlines a thrilling magnificence and grandeur.Heather's movements were a bit awkward, and her palms could not be fully spread out. She could only hit with the lower part of the palm. Her voice was dull and suppressed. There was almost no applause, but she didn't care, just slapped firmly, Pop!" That is the rhythm of "Cleopatra" drums, like a rush of high mountain running water, one sound after another, echoing in my mind.Heather's thin and slender body, at this moment, is like a big tree in the sky, supporting the vastness of the entire sky, standing in the desolation of the entire earth, like the singing of ancient poetry, echoing far away.Allie raised his hands, Derek raised his hands, Hope raised his hands, William raised his hands, Leslie raised his hands... The audience of 20,000 people in the audience raised all those arms. Erected into a dense forest, joined Heather's ranks, together supporting the whole world."Papa Papa!" The applause was like a turbulent sea, and the mountains fell to the ground. The whole stage burst out with incredible energy and light, and finally gathered on Lan Li's body, arousing incredible thunder, reverberating, and reverberating. The arrogance of gestures and gestures completely ignited the surging passion.So Lan Li stood up, straightened the microphone stand again, and quickly danced on the guitar strings with his left hand. The gurgling melody gradually derives the roar of the waves, as if the yellow river enters the sea, like a galloping horse, in Madison The square garden echoed leisurely, and the clank of the golden horse and iron horse, like a gust of wind and rain, made people lost but also carnival.Sadness has evolved into majestic; bitterness has evolved into magnificence; regret has evolved into chic. Cleopatras, Don Quixotes, raised their hands high and danced, as if this was the last day of life!"I used to be Cleopatra, I used to be a young actor, when you knelt on your knees before my window, begging for my hand; I was so sad because I was wearing a black dress and my father was in the coffin. Sleep long, and I don't have any plans."Dancing, the audience began to dance, shrugging their shoulders, leaping steps, shaking their heads, hitting their hands, they danced freely like this, humming tunes in their mouths, following Lan Li's Guide, enter this world that belongs to them, revel in wantonly."I left a muddy footprint on the carpet. When you leave, it gradually stiffens like my heart; but I must admit that I will immediately promise your marriage proposal and curse your wife in order to stay with you. By my side, I am willing to be your lover."The more and more exciting guitar melody, after reaching its peak, stopped abruptly, as if standing on a cliff, with a strong wind, hunting and roaring, open your hands, and you can soar in the wind. The next second, I jumped, "But it's too late, it's all too late, I missed the love of my life. When I die, when I die, I won't miss it again.Laughing, singing, dancing...Unconsciously, tears once again blurred the vision, the smile became brighter and brighter, the dancing posture became more and more joyous, but the bitterness and sadness of the tongue became more and more turbulent.Through the blurred vision, Heather can see Madison Square Garden like a boiling ocean. The audience is jumping and surging. Even the eruption of a volcano is not enough to describe the grand situation in front of him. The entire ocean reaches After reaching the boiling point, gurgling and tumbling, the world filled with steam, the world was shrouded in a shining golden light and lingering mist.She is not alone. Besides her, there are 20,000 people, a full 20,000 people, crying and laughing with her, singing and dancing together, lonely and lonely together, walking forward and dreaming together, being born together and dying together.At this moment, they are the happiest group of people in the world."The only gift God has given me is a life and a divorce, but I read the script and the costume is just right, so I will play my role. I used to be Cleopatra, I used to be more than the ridge of the roof. High, but all the past has gone with the wind; now the nurse in white shoes leads me back to the guest room. There is only one bed and one bathroom, a place to the end."In the ups and downs, the melody stopped here. Lan Li stopped the hands that traced the strings, raised his head, and silently looked at the turbulent sea of people in front of him, sighing and helpless, happy and proud, countless emotions surging in his chest, inexplicably, the tip of his nose was slightly faint. Pantothenic acid.At this moment, he is standing here, without any defense, without any mask, without any hypocrisy, without any concealment. He opened his heart with music as a bridge and stage as a position, showing his soul and dreams. My past and present show my pursuit and persistence. Unprecedented fragility, but also unprecedentedly strong.Listen, singing came from the scene."I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, miss the love of my life." The audience sang in unison, and the uniform and uniform singing became one piece, sweeping in mighty, everyone is high Raising their hands, everyone sang to their heart's content, everyone took off their heart and enjoyed it.The messy and weak singing voices came together one after another, twisted into a rope, bursting out with a powerful and suffocating force.Heather smiled, smiled brilliantly, she sang loudly with all her strength, joined the ranks of every audience, and also joined every rank of Don Quixote. Those words and pronunciations were so difficult for her, but she didn't care. She just sang loudly, wildly, and enthusiastically, "When I die alone, when I die alone, I won't Miss again."The happiness at this moment is so turbulent that it makes people indulge in it and cannot forget it. God, she really loves this stage so much, she is so crazy for this man, she is so lucky to be a part of tonight.The neat singing voice, the pitch is a bit unstable, or even a little floaty, there is no soundtrack, no drums, and even no tune, but it interprets the most moving and beautiful truth of the song "Cleopatra""I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, miss the love of my life." Lanly drew the strings again, like a bard, slowed down the rhythm, slowed down the pace, and hummed softly. The hoarse voice curled up in the end, like a faint smoke haunting the fingertips, which made people intoxicated and lost.The audience seemed to have a sharp heart. At the same time, they closed their mouths and stopped high-fives, but did not lower their arms. They just looked at the stage quietly and dumbfoundedly, quietly listening to Lan Li's singing, feeling the rhythm and rhythm of the beating heart. Power and blood are still burning wantonly, and there is an eternal call from the silent ear."When Don Quixote died alone, when Don Quixote died alone, we will never miss it again."Looking up at the man in the spotlight, Heather's cheeks burst into full light, and the smile at the corner of his mouth settled to the bottom of his eyes, shining and shining in the dim and crystallized tears.The poem-like and moving melody, the little changed lyrics, but deduced a different meaning, the dragging tail sound is continuous in the entanglement of the curvy strings, and finally the melody stops, the singing ends, and only the rush is left. Moving thoughts and aftertastes float in the air.Heather couldn't help but hummed softly, "When Don Quixote died alone, we won't miss it again." The almost whispered humming, like an echo from the depths of the soul, only he can hear; but it seems to come from The oracles of nature reverberate throughout the world.She doesn't want to regret, she doesn't want to give up, and she doesn't want to miss it.She will cheer up again ~www.novelhall.com~ to stand on the stage of "American Idol"; she will continue on the road of music and become a real singer; she will start rehabilitation again and fight the disease, Looking forward to one day, she can embark on a journey and see the world outside of Mount Sinai Hospital; she will cheer up and hold life firmly, so that every day will be transformed into a different color.She is only sixteen years old, and she still has many regrets and many wishes that have not been realized. She will not give up. Sprinting and fighting hard, until the real end of life, that day, at that moment, she will never miss her own death again. But before that, she has to stand up again with her feet and recreate the future with her hands."Huh", the lights of the audience went out in an instant. In the distant and poetic melody of "Cleopatra", Madison Square Garden plunged into darkness again. "One person's concert", it's over.In the darkness, everyone looked at each other: Should they call Encore? Should they end there? Should they be ready to leave?Then Heather shouted, "Don Quixote!" The sound went from faint to grand, from calm to turbulent, and finally formed a storm, which came to a magnificent and grand curtain. Tonight, they are all Don Quixote.
