Many people present only knew that the singing was beautiful, and the singer was handsome.
But they didn't know what the lyrics meant.
Of course, there were also many people who could understand English.
They knew what the lyrics meant.
They looked toward the woman bathed in the beam of light.
They couldn't help it—their eyes turned red.
An Ziqing's eyes were completely bloodshot as she looked at Ling Chuan, her lips lifted in a smile.
Ling Chuan watched her, the song still going on.
Ican'tstop,can'tstop,Iloveyounomatterwhattheysay (I can't stop, can't stop, I love you, no matter what they say)
Iloveyou (I love you all the same)
She'd heard this song before, she knew it.
"can't stop love"
There's a tragic, beautiful story in the song.
She used to love listening to it.
She loved it so much she would play it on repeat in front of Ling Chuan.
Then she'd yell at him: "Ican'tstop,can'tstop,Iloveyou!Iloveyou!"
Ling Chuan would always roll his eyes at her.
