A song about home

The vigorous and powerful fingers shuttled through the orange glow, creating a reddish halo with each stroke. It was like a pool of water gently swaying and stirring, with only faint ripples and no stormy waves. The gentle warmth of tenderness danced lightly between the strings. Every touch of the fingers and the strings felt like a magical spell, transforming each note into a translucent-winged fairy. They fluttered and danced within the orange halo, their sparkling light resembling countless stars, embellishing the blood-like sunset with magnificent beauty.

The guitar strings lingered in the air, while the warm and mellow voice of the boy, like a cello, softly resonated within the orange sunset.

[

Another summer day

Has come and gone away

In Paris and Rome

But I wanna go home, mmm

]

The boy's singing was so beautiful, like the fragrant aroma of coffee slowly rising in the sunset. The depiction of the dry sunlight fragrance after winter snow was warm enough to bring tears.

[

May be surrounded by

A million people I

Still feel all alone

Just wanna go home

Oh, I miss you, you know

]

The whispered words rippled through the strings, freezing the passage of time. In the breathtaking sunset, they solidified into amber, leaving eternal memories. There was no deliberate sentimentality, no contrived arrangement. Everything was simple and fresh, yet it effortlessly resonated within the depths of the heart. Even the boy's lazy drawl, like lovely airplane clouds in the vast clear sky, left a trace on everyone's nostrils and in their eyes, so soft that it was almost imperceptible until one realized they were deeply immersed in it.

[

And I've been keeping all the letters

That I wrote to you

Each one a line or two

I'm fine baby, how are you?

Well I would send them but I know

That it's just not enough

My words were cold and flat

And you deserve more than that

]

The boy's singing was so beautiful, portraying the changes of seasons like a poetic painting, while the strings added vibrant colors. Through his warm voice, he filled the poetry and painting, and the velvety touch of red silk slid gently into the heart, unconsciously moistening dried-up eyes. All the emotions in the depths of the eyes transform into a feeling called longing, rippling in the pupils, and touching the heartstrings.

No one expected such a performance. They initially thought it was just a lifesaver from the boy, a performance to express gratitude to the old grandmother. However, it turned into a moment when beautiful moments ceased to flow. The surrounding noise froze into a motionless image, and the flickering images in their minds turned into a cluster of light and shadows. Everything around them lost its meaning, and all that remained in everyone's eyes was the boy singing softly. His tender voice carried the memories back to a warm home.

Warm milk, fragrant coffee, steamy bathtub, soft towel, crisp bedsheet, bright sunlight, cheerful laughter... The scenes of home were gradually depicted by the boy's voice, one detail at a time. They vividly outlined in the mind, then added colors, and finally awakened a sense of indescribable belonging. The exhaustion in the mind was overwhelmed, and the impulse to go home crystallized into sparkling teardrops in the moist eyes.

[

Another airplane

Another sunny place

I'm lucky I know

But I wanna go home

Mmm, I got to go home

Let me go home

I'm just too far

From where you are

I wanna come home

]

The boy's melancholic and prolonged utterance of "home" awakened everyone's longing for home. The profound and longing nostalgia condensed into the simple phrase, "Let me go home", just like the direction of home represented by the faint smoke and dim lights on the boundless grassland. It allowed oneself to find the way again after being lost, suffering, sad, tired, and frustrated.

Looking at the boy before them, wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, paired with sky-blue sneakers, with a blue checkered shirt tied to the guitar bag. His medium-length hair, reaching the eyebrows, gently hangs over his head, and the sunlight outlines his exquisite facial features with golden rays. His delicate facial features are finely portrayed, with deep eyes, a straight nose, thin and soft lips, elf-like ears, a clean and delicate chin, and an introverted and focused expression. His skin is covered with a thin glow, pure and clear, exuding infinite charm.

Recalling everything that had just happened, the boy in front of me simply wanted to go home. However, he was entangled in this world, and an accident halted his steps on the star-studded Hollywood Boulevard. That sense of helplessness, that yearning, was intricately woven into the melody like embroidery, tracing a sorrowful verse that brought tears to one's eyes. Like poetry, like a painting, like a song.

Neil Anderson's footsteps followed along such a captivating melody as he searched his way. He had no intention of stopping for these street performances, no matter how many people were gathered. However, the skillful guitar chords awakened his ears. He could hardly control his curiosity and interest, his footsteps stepping on each note, leading him here, where he witnessed the scene before him.

Through the thick crowd, Neil could only catch glimpses of an incomplete picture, but he didn't mind at all. Rather than watching the performer, he preferred to close his eyes and listen. From this melody, he could hear the singer's heartfelt voice. It was more than just a street performance; it was like a call from the depths of the singer's soul, filled with longing for home, affection for loved ones, and a yearning for reunion. It effortlessly shattered people's armor and invaded the softest corners of their hearts.

[

And I feel just like

I'm living someone else's life

It's like I just stepped outside

When everything was going right

And I know just why you could not

Come along with me

That this was not your dream

But you always believed in me

]

"You" could be a lover, a family member, a friend, or anyone who provides warmth and makes one feel at home. It is a haven that validates one's existence. No matter how vast and cruel the outside world may be, there will always be a place that belongs to oneself. Without "you", even with the vastness of the world, one cannot find a place to belong. Yet, a meaningless room can acquire infinite meaning through the dim light of a lamp waiting for one's return. This emotion was like a thin mist enveloping green mountains and clear waters, like a meandering spring in deep forests, like sunlight filtering through dense forests, becoming the brightest light in one's life.

An unfamiliar melody unfolded in the boy's voice, each guitar string shimmering like shards of golden magic in the sunset. The meaningless musical notes took on the shape of "home" under the guidance of his hands, infusing the chemistry of emotions into the melody, releasing it like a breeze.

It was hard to imagine that a pair of thick and slender fingers could weave such magical spells on five guitar strings. Each vibration of the strings created scattered glimmers in the air, gently resonating with the string in one's heart. It was also hard to imagine that a warm and mellow voice could perform such beautiful music on a staff sheet. Every melodious note, every gentle hum, every lingering tone was like the thin golden sunlight shining through the clear blue sky, unhindered and breathtakingly perfect.

Neil himself was an underground musician, a rhythm guitarist. He had been playing the guitar for over ten years. Today, he was about to finish his street performance on Hollywood Boulevard and head home. However, he couldn't help but pause for this performer, expressing his admiration for the young performer before him. The combination of emotions, melody, and lyrics, portrayed through precise and spot-on vocals, exuded an unbelievably vibrant passion and splendor.

This was not the excitement of meeting fellow enthusiasts; it was the emotion felt by a music lover when appreciating a beautiful melody. Neil was moved by just half a verse of the melody. He closed his eyes and let his ears paint the picture of the melody. Everything was so vivid, not just a song, but also a painting, a story—something so beautiful that it made one almost forget about time and space.

[

Another winter day

Has come and gone away

In even Paris and Rome

And I wanna go home

Oh, I miss you, you know

]

The boy's voice carried a faint nostalgia and a hint of regret, trembling lightly in the air. The lingering notes traced a magnificent arc, and unconsciously, tears welled up in the listeners' eyes, escaping the control of their lashes.

[

Let me go home

I've had my run

Baby, I'm done

I gotta go home

Let me go home

It'll all be all right

I'll be home tonight

I'm coming back home

]

Neil kept his eyes closed, yet he could still feel the moistness in his eyes. The deep and tender longing flowed like a murmuring stream, uncontrollably bursting forth from the depths of his heart. From his hometown in Stockholm to pursuing his music dreams in Los Angeles, Neil knew all too well the hardships he had faced along the way. But he never regretted his choice because it was his own. However, at this moment, Neil simply wanted to go home. The gentle and restrained "I wanna go home" turned all the longing and bitterness in his heart into scorching tears, moistening his eyes.

"I'll be home tonight, I'm coming back home..." Among the crowd, the boy didn't indulge in sentimentality or show off his skills. He simply whispered with the purest voice, yet he magnified the emotions in the lyrics infinitely. It made warm hearts tremble slightly, almost losing control and bursting into tears. Even without shedding a sound, biting the lower lip and allowing the emotions of longing to rampage in the heart consumed almost everyone's strength.

The guitar strings gradually faded away in the sunset, getting smaller and smaller until they disappeared from the ears and then from the depths of the heart. The orange sunset burned fiercely on the horizon, slowly sinking from the meeting point of the sea and sky. Such a magnificent scenery complemented the moving melody in the ears, leaving one breathless with its beauty.