Vigorous and powerful fingers wove through the orange-red light, each pluck stirring up a flush of crimson, as if a pool of lake water were gently swaying and rocking, with only faint ripples and no crashing waves; that tender, water-like warmth danced lightly between the strings.Every touch between his fingers and the strings seemed like a magical incantation, each musical note transforming into a little sprite with transparent wings, dancing gracefully in the orange-red halo; the scattered, sparkling light adorned the blood-red sunset, making it breathtakingly beautiful.The sound of the guitar wandered through the air, and the boy's warm, mellow voice resonated slowly in the orange-red sunset like a cello, "Another summer, come and gone, in Paris or Rome, but I want to go Home, oh..."The boy's humming was so beautiful, like the curling aroma of coffee slowly rising in the sunset, carrying the scent of crisp sunlight after a winter snowfall, so warm it made one want to cry, "Surrounded by a surging crowd, maybe a million people, but I still feel so lonely, I just want to go home, you know I miss you so much."That whispering murmur rippled through the strings, and the pace of time came to a complete stop at this moment, imprinted into the shape of amber within that breathtaking sunset, leaving behind an eternal memory.There was no deliberate sentimentality, no pretentious arrangement; everything was so simple and fresh, yet it easily resonated in the depths of the heart, and even the lazy drawl in the boy's voice was like a lovely contrail in a clear blue sky, sliding across everyone's nose and eyes, a trace so gentle it was almost invisible, yet by the time one realized it, they were already deeply immersed."I keep every letter I wrote to you, even if it's just a few words, 'I'm fine, baby, how about you?' I'll send them to you, but I know, it's far from enough; my words are so cold and weak, you deserved so much more."The boy's singing was so beautiful, painting the changes of the four seasons like a poem, while the sound of the strings provided the vibrant colors, filling in the poem bit by bit through that warm voice; the silky, red-velvet sensation slid slowly across the heart, and before one knew it, dry eyes became moist, all the emotions in the eyes transforming into a feeling called longing, rippling circle after circle in the pupils, stirring the heartstrings.No one expected such a performance; they had initially thought it was just the boy's lifeline, a performance offered to express gratitude to the old lady, but the result was so beautiful that time itself stopped flowing.All the surrounding noise solidified into an image at this moment, the hazy visuals in the mind turning into a blur of light and shadow, and everything around lost its meaning; in everyone's eyes, there was only the boy singing softly, that soft voice bringing memories back to a warm home.Warm milk, mellow coffee, a steaming bathtub, soft towels, crisp bedsheets, bright sunshine, hearty laughter... the scene of home was painted bit by bit in the boy's voice, each detail so real and specific, clearly outlined in the mind, then colored, and finally awakened; that indescribable sense of belonging invaded in an instant, the fatigue in the mind surged like a mountain, and the urge to go home made the moisture in the eyes condense into crystalline tears."Another journey, heading in another sunny direction, I know I'm lucky, but I want to go home, I must go home; let me go home, I am so far from where you are, I must go home; let me go home, I've already started, baby, I've already started, I want to go home."The boy's graceful and lingering "Home" awakened everyone's attachment to Home, and that deep and eager longing was condensed into the phrase "Let me go home," which was like the direction of home represented by curling smoke and dim lights on an endless prairie, allowing oneself to find direction again after bewilderment, pain, sorrow, fatigue, and frustration.Looking at the boy in front of them, wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, paired with a pair of sky-blue skate shoes, with a blue plaid shirt tied to his guitar case, his medium-length hair reaching his eyebrows hung flat on his head; the sunlight accentuated the softness and fragility of his hair, while outlining his handsome face bit by bit with golden light.His delicate features were finely depicted: deep eyes, a straight nose, thin and soft lips, elfin ears, a chin with simple and delicate lines, and an introverted and focused expression; his skin was enveloped in a thin layer of light, a pure and clear handsomeness that radiated infinite charm.Recalling everything that had just happened, the boy in front was merely wanting to go home, yet he was held back in this corner of the world; an accident had stopped the boy's steps toward home on the star-studded Hollywood Boulevard, and that helplessness, that longing, was woven into the melody as finely and densely as embroidery, outlining a sorrow that brought people to tears; like a poem, like a painting, and also like a song.Neil Anderson had followed such a moving melody all the way here; he had originally not intended to stop for any street performances, and even if there were many onlookers, it wouldn't have moved him, but those skillful guitar notes had awakened his ears; he could barely control his curiosity and interest, his footsteps following the notes until he arrived here, and then he saw this scene before him.Neil could only see a fragmented picture through the thick crowd, but he didn't mind at all; rather than watching the performer, he preferred to close his eyes and listen, for from this melody, he could hear the singer's innermost voice; this was not just a street performance, but more like a call from the depths of the singer's heart, where the longing for home, the attachment to loved ones, and the desire for reunion filled every corner of the sound, easily shattering people's armor and invading the softest parts of everyone's heart."I feel like I'm living in someone else's world, like I'm just wandering outside, even when everything has gone as wished; then I understood why, you are not by my side; maybe this wasn't your wish, but you have always trusted me.""You" is a lover, a relative, a friend, a family member who makes one feel warmth, and even more so, a harbor where one can prove one's existence; no matter how vast, cold, or cruel the outside world is, there will eventually be a space that belongs to oneself; in a place without "you," even if the world is vast, one cannot find a place to belong, yet a meaningless room is given infinite depth because of a dim light waiting for one to come home; this affection is like the mist stretching across green hills and clear waters, like the clear spring winding through deep mountains and old forests, like the sunlight spilling into a dense forest, becoming the greatest light in life.A melody never heard before was recounted in the boy's voice, those guitar notes, like magical gold dust, dancing gracefully in the sunset; meaningless musical notes were arranged into the shape of "Home" because of the conducting of those palms, releasing the chemical reaction of emotions, permeating the melody like smoke and mist.It is hard to imagine that a pair of thick and slender fingers could weave such magical spells on five strings, the vibration of each string rippling with sparkling light in the air, gently vibrating the string in the bottom of the heart through the air; it is hard to imagine that a warm and mellow voice could perform such beautiful music on a musical staff, where every turn, every hum, every tail note was like the thin golden sunlight on the clear blue sky, falling down without any obstruction, making people gasp in astonishment at the perfection of the scene before them.Neil himself was an underground musician, a rhythm guitarist, and his mastery of the guitar had exceeded ten years; he had just finished his street performance on the Walk of Fame today and was preparing to pack up and go home, but he had to stop for this performer and had to express his admiration for the young performer in front of him; when mood, melody, and lyrics are perfectly combined and then performed through an accurate and spot-on voice, the passion bursting forth from this incredibly skillful performance is so dazzling.This was not the excitement of meeting a fellow enthusiast, but the emotion of a music lover appreciating a beautiful melody; Neil had only heard the latter half of the melody and was already moved; he closed his eyes, using only his ears to depict the scene of the melody, and everything was so vivid; this was not just a song, but a picture, and also a story, so beautiful that it made people almost forget time and space."Another winter, come and gone, in Paris or Rome, I want to go home, you know I miss you so much." The boy's voice, carrying a faint attachment and shallow regret, trembled slightly in the air, the long tail notes outlining a magnificent arc; unconsciously, the tears in the listeners' eyes finally became unbearable and broke free from the control of their eyelashes, "Let me go home, I've already started, baby, I've already started, I want to go home, let me go home, everything will be fine, I will go home tonight, I'm on my way home."Neil closed his eyes, yet he still felt his eyes moistening; that long-standing, gentle, and jade-like attachment flowed slowly like a murmuring stream, and the longing for home in the bottom of his heart uncontrollably and crazily emerged; coming from his hometown of Stockholm to Los Angeles to pursue his musical dreams, only Neil himself knew the hardships along the way, but he never regretted it because this was his choice; but at this moment, Neil just wanted to go home, and those graceful and restrained cries of "I want to go home" made the longing and the bitterness of missing home turn into hot tears, moistening his eyes."I'm going home tonight, I'm on my way home..." The boy in the crowd was neither sensationalizing nor showing off techniques, but simply whispering and performing with the purest voice, yet he magnified the emotions in the lyrics to infinity, making warm hearts tremble slightly, almost unable to control themselves and bursting into tears; even if they didn't cry out loud, biting their lower lips and letting the emotions of longing run wild in their hearts still consumed almost everyone's energy.The sound of the guitar strings gradually faded in the sunset, getting smaller and smaller, finally disappearing from the ears, and then disappearing from the heart; the orange-red sunset burned fiercely on the horizon, slowly sinking from the intersection of sea and sky; such a spectacular scene set off the moving melody in the ears, so beautiful that it made people lose their breath.
