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

Magic City, a certain hospital…

“I hope you ~ are loved by this world ~”

“That someone will comfort you when you cry ~ Someone will listen when you are tired ~”

“Your wounds ~ will be understood by someone ~”

“The happiness you want ~ won't be too tortuous ~”

The gentle voice resonated deeply with the melodious tune.

The little girl's heart suddenly felt like something had struck it.

Wen He's voice kept echoing in her mind, like a warm hand reaching out from a bottomless abyss.

The little girl looked up in disbelief at the person whose smile was full of warmth.

She had fantasized countless times about a ray of light shining into her world, a warm person hugging her, dispelling all the cold and darkness.

She waited for a long, long time…

Until she lost hope, until the bottomless abyss swallowed her.

She never waited for that ray of light to arrive.

Now…

She saw that ray of light, and the feeling of it shining on her body was warm.

The little girl wanted to reach out and grasp that ray of light.

But just as she was about to touch it…

She suddenly withdrew her hand.

“Can someone like me… be loved by the world too?”

“Strange emotions, inexplicable irritability, unprovoked tears…”

“Someone… like me…”

“Can anyone understand?”

The little girl didn't dare to believe that this ray of light would really shine on her.

She denied everything about herself.

She felt that she was not worth saving at all.

No one would like her, and no one would be willing to help her.

“I hope you ~ can be treated kindly by life ~”

“No one ~ will laugh at your uniqueness ~”

“The road you want to take ~ will be paved with flowers ~”

“The future will get better ~ even if slowly ~”

The singing was like a gentle and clean stream, silently flowing into her heart.

In her dim eyes, a lonely butterfly was welcomed.

It fluttered its wings vigorously and finally landed on a branch outside the window.

I vaguely remember…

Autumn is the last season for butterflies in the world.

Their lives will come to an end in winter as time goes by.

Before that, they will still live hard and stubbornly, radiating the last light of their lives.

That butterfly and the singing added a ray of light to her dim eyes.

She saw a person.

A person who walked into the depths of her heart.

The little girl desperately pushed him away, not wanting her cold and dirty heart to pollute him.

But he held her in his arms.

The little girl felt an unprecedented warmth.

Her vision gradually blurred, and two crystal clear tears flowed from her red eyes.

So…

So there really are people in the world willing to save her.

“Xiaoyun, don't cry, Xiaoyun, don't cry, Mom is here, Mom is here…”

The hospital room door was just pushed open, and a middle-aged woman with wrinkles all over her face hurried over.

She quickly hugged the little girl and kept comforting her.

“Mom… I just heard a song…”

“Is it this one?”

Xiaoyun's mother tremblingly took out her mobile phone.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

She hadn't heard Xiaoyun speak for a long time.

Xiaoyun taking the initiative to speak was a very good sign.

The doctor also said that her heart was now completely closed.

She no longer accepts external information, and she doesn't listen to anything the doctor says, and most of the time she just stands there in a daze.

She often loses control of her emotions for no reason, crying uncontrollably.

She had been found attempting suicide several times.

“《Hoping You Are Loved by This World》, Singer: Wen He, Lyricist: Wen He, Composer: Wen He, Arranger: Wen He…”

After listening to it once, Xiaoyun murmured softly, looking at the information.

“Mom also hopes you are loved by the world.” Xiaoyun's mother choked with sobs.

She never thought that she, who already had one foot in the coffin, would be moved to tears by a song.

That song almost perfectly诠释 her love for Xiaoyun.

Hearing these words, Xiaoyun's heart trembled.

In her blurry eyes…

She saw her mother and the person who pulled him out of the abyss.

Two completely different people, but their shadows overlapped.

Xiaoyun's nose soured, and she realized…

There has always been someone who loved her, there has always been someone who liked her, and there has always been someone who desperately wanted to save her.

That is her mother.

It's just that her mother doesn't understand what depression is, and she doesn't know how to express it.

“Xiaoyun, don't cry, Xiaoyun, don't cry, Mom is here, Mom is here, Mom is here…”

She would only hug Xiaoyun when she was at her saddest, and repeat the same sentence with heartache.

So that ray of light has always been there…

Similar things are being staged across the country.

A song that can enter the hearts of the public will heal their riddled hearts.