but after it's all over, I see the line "people can say I can't sing, but can't say I didn't sing"; and seeing the queen in the end credits when the real heroine takes the stage The pictures with full of temperament suddenly burst into tears...
Young, successful, perfect... these are good, but no one can have them forever. When we are no longer young, successful, and perfect, do we still have the courage to pursue what we love most? In this world where "oldness" and "ugliness" are both sins, are you still so righteous, so domineering, and swearing your love for music?
When I am old and ugly, but still clinging to madness, will there be anyone who loves me and is willing to accompany me in my crazy dreams? Is there anyone who is willing to protect me, support me, be powerless and desperate to stop those mocking and malicious, look me in the eyes and tell me: I have never laughed at you, because I know your singing is the most sincere
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