I am terminally ill, but I am healing the world with my songs

"This new song is called 'Childhood'. I hope it reminds everyone of happy and joyful experiences from their childhood."

(Childhood — Liu Haolin)

"Whenever you encounter difficulties or setbacks in the future, listen to this song. Let us briefly escape this world and return to that carefree childhood."

Accompanying the melodious and soothing tune, like a gentle autumn breeze in the afterglow of the setting sun, it slowly blows.

This prelude is refreshing and invigorating, like a spring breeze.

Just as people were immersed in this dreamlike melody, they suddenly regained their senses, and a familiar and kind scene gradually unfolded before their eyes.

It was the childhood home where they lived, filled with laughter and joy.

"Barefoot chasing the sunset beside the railway track ~"

"Glass marbles, tin boxes, hero cards ~"

"Playing hopscotch, hide-and-seek under the stone bridge ~"

"Grandma is making shoes, sitting in the courtyard ~"

"Basketball hoop in front of the iron gate, ginkgo flowers ~"

"Does anyone live in the thatched cottage ~"

"Chatting and laughing on the way home from school ~"

"Gurgling stream between the field ridges ~"

In those distant and nostalgic years, the scroll of childhood slowly unfolds.

Just this opening verse vividly outlines that relaxed and leisurely time.

The sunset in the sky is like a colorful oil painting, attracting children to chase after it.

They take brisk steps, laughing and shouting, as if to embrace the beautiful霞光 (xiá guāng - sunset glow).

In the open space not far away, several crystal clear glass marbles roll and jump on the ground.

The children sit together, focusing intently on the small beads, sometimes nervous, sometimes excited.

There is also that long rubber band, held firmly at both ends by two small partners, while other children leap nimbly between the rubber bands.

Their figures are like agile notes, dancing gracefully to the cheerful rhythm.

The waterwheel in the field turns gurgling, and the clear water flows continuously along the ditch.

The fish in the water swim happily, sometimes jumping out of the water, splashing silver water droplets.

The children stand by the field ridge, curiously watching all this, feeling the vitality and vigor of nature.

At this moment…

Everyone is deeply immersed in this wonderful music.

A happy smile involuntarily appears on their faces.

That smile is so bright, as if time has reversed, and they have truly returned to that carefree childhood.

"We grow up day by day ~ ~"

"White Rabbit candy sticks to our teeth in sweet dreams ~"

"Also fantasize about gods and scientists ~"

"Muddy scribbles on the white wall ~"

"We grow up day by day ~ ~"

"Four seasons pass, old phoenix trees sprout ~"

"There are treasures and towers in the sand pile ~"

"A long bench builds a home ~"

Listening and listening, people's eyes gradually turned red.

Although this song does make them feel the beauty of childhood.

But that sentence "We grow up day by day" is undoubtedly a heavy reality.

Every child is eager to grow up, fantasizing about being successful and making a lot of money when they grow up.

But when we really grow up, we realize how naive and innocent our former thoughts were.

The adult world is not beautiful at all.

The things learned in school are useless in society.

[In the past, having a bag of White Rabbit candies felt like a great fortune, a presence that could stand proudly among the heroes. One White Rabbit candy could buy a loyal little brother. I thought it was the starting point of my life, but I didn't expect it to be the end.]

[I remember when I was a kid, I had a big box of rare Pokémon cards. All the children looked at me with envy. That was really the most glorious day of my life. Since then, no one has ever looked at me directly...]

[It's embarrassing to say, but my highlight when I was a kid was winning the long-distance urination competition...]

[Everyone kept telling us how good it would be when we grow up, and we believed them. Later, we realized that everyone was lying with their eyes open. When it was my turn to grow up, I realized that when children complain about life, it's easiest to coax them by talking about growing up.]

["Growing up" is like a very, very big pie. This pie contains all the child's wishes. Whether or not he can realize his childhood wishes in the future is no longer important. What is important is that you are already an adult.]

One day, people returned home and found a corpse lying on the bed.

This corpse looked exactly like him, except that the corpse was much younger.

The child who used to have innovative ideas and quirky behaviors was dead.

Everyone slowly becomes a boring and outdated adult.

Especially when doing something, you have to think about the meaning of it.

Just like when children set off firecrackers to blow up cow dung or fish ponds during the New Year.

At that time, do you remember when you thought about the meaning of it?

Or, how should you define the meaning in your heart?

Is it necessary to have a vested interest to be considered meaningful?

If so, then most things in the world have no meaning.

People often don't need to be too rational.

Doing some meaningless things, but things that you think are fun, is more important than the so-called "meaning".

Otherwise, this world would be too cold and too boring.

At this time…

Wen He's voice continued to ring in my ears.