Who are you?
It's each and every fan who came from thousands of miles away to be at the scene.
It's the tens of thousands of people waiting eagerly on the live stream.
In the instant Qu Feitai's voice hit the ground, all the passion soared like a firework, igniting in an instant.
Cheers and screams surge like tidal waves, sweeping over everything.
In the midst of countless expectant gazes, the boy sat on a high stool with a standing mic before him, adjusting his guitar.
The stadium was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, as if even breathing would disturb that boy.
The crisp sound of the strings traveled through the microphone to every corner of the scene, the nerve in one's brain tightened further, focused intently on the dark figure on stage.
The large screen next to the stage revealed the boy's face, his handsome and deep features striking every pair of eyes on the HD screen.
"I dedicate this White Clothes to you."