Imagine you have lived a long life and are now 85 and have dementia. "8" you say. Your son looks up, his eyes misty with tears. 8 was his jersey number when he was a kid. For a brief moment he thinks you recognize him. "Makes one team" you continue. your son breaks into a sob
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the audio 🎧
"that day, a friend asked me why i would watch the same concert 3 times
and still waste money to buy front-row seats
will he remember you?
does he know who you are?
but i'm chasing a star, not looking for a partner
do you know what a star is?
something in the sky, with a halo, something that shines
what do i want a star for?
i don't expect him to buy me milk tea or go shopping with me
i only hope he can shine even brighter
what i'm chasing are his highlight moments on stage, not trying to break into his daily life
when he releases something great, i cheer for him
when he's not in a good state, i wait for him
just like looking at the stars in the night sky
i don't need them to fall and chat with me
i just need them to keep shining
he shines in his field, i work hard in my own life
keeping a beautiful distance
lighting each other up is enough
maybe that day i should have stayed home working, living a routine life
but it's these occasional moments of escaping reality
that brings me back to my own utopia
letting me enjoy a happiness ordinary life doesn't have
money can be earned again, life is short, leave no regrets
cherish every chance we get to meet"