In the deep blue water tank, water refracts the light falling from above, gently rippling.
In the quiet ti, a few small fish float up and down slowly, their orange-white and light-blue scales like fleeting mories, reminding people of those long-broken tis.
The nearby light rotates, leaving swaying mottled gleams at the bottom of the water, like the opening of an old film, with flickering specks of light.
A gentle lullaby cos from a distant place, and then everything before the eyes becos hazy.
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The image in the video projection becos clear again from the blur, but now it has arrived at a cold-colored hospital room. A young child lays on a white bed, eyes closed in rest. A small panel at the corner of the bed displays his na, age, and dical condition.
The cara slowly pulls back again, revealing a girl sitting by the bed singing a gentle lullaby. She has blue hair, so falling in front, more spiraling on her shoulders, her face beautiful.
The girl who sings the soft lullaby slowly opens her eyes, showing so concern in her light pink pupils. Seeing that the child on the bed has fallen asleep, she gets up again, tucks him in, and then leaves the room.
In the hospital, nurses and doctors in white clothes bustle about, while so patients sit listlessly on silver benches, overlooking their dwindling lives, their arms and legs slow and hesitant.
Following the blue-haired girl, the cara steps step by step towards the stairs, then spirals downward, encountering elderly people with graying hair being supported. They nod slightly in greeting, then pass by each other. After parting, the girl turns back as if sensing sothing, seeing the elderly's trembling calves and difficult-to-support bodies.
Continuing through the long corridor, encountering various figures along the way—busy, sweating dical staff, children in patient gowns, and stretchers wheeled quickly past, on which lies a person still beautiful, yet with pale skin, eyes tightly shut in agony.
Walking out of the cold-colored building, the girl's silhouette steps into the sunlit outdoors, her vision turning pure white.
When the light restores again, the cara returns to the quiet room, where the fish in the water tank have grown to palm size, and their scales have beco even more brilliant and beautiful.
Ti passes, the scene returns to reality, on the hospital garden lawn, the blue-haired girl pushes an elderly man in a wheelchair forward. From the engraved information on his wristband, it shows he was the child once lying on the bed, now gray-haired, while the girl remains young and beautiful, talking with him about everyday matters.
The wind gradually rises, taking the tender leaves among the tree crowns above them, flying off to the distant sky.
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The cara changes, once again shifting from the sky to the ground, now the girl stands in front of a tidy cetery of steles, holding a light-blue flower, placing it in front of the tombstone bearing a na, quietly standing there. The wind dishevels her figure, the light becos aged and hazy. As she steps away slowly, a small round photo on the stele is revealed. The cara gradually zooms in, showing a young face, at the age of about 20, vibrant with life, smiling widely, as if envisioning a beautiful future.
Finally, the scene returns to the inside of the blue water tank, where once lively colorful fish remain only one, blowing bubbles alone at the bottom, eyes hollow and static, as if ti has frozen.
The view of the fish becos gradually blurred, while the scene behind the tank becos clear, only then noticing a black piano placed not far from the tank, and a blue-haired woman is playing it with her back to the cara. The soothing and nostalgic notes flow out, as if past scenes bubble up from the bottom and present themselves in the mory of the mind.
Then the music gradually reaches a climactic ending, the tempo also accelerates, each frad scene starts switching, faster and faster, everything before the eyes turning into pure white, with only colorful lines flickering...
At last, when the final notes are heavily pressed, everything cos to a sudden halt, and the scene freezes on the final image.
The blue gradient brushstrokes outline the girl, her hair slightly ssy, as if brushed by the sumr breeze of that year, the smile of youth remains on the page, everything is so beautiful, yet everything is also so poignant.
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The best advertisent is not one that intimidates with fear, nor does it create anxiety or artificially generate demand, but rather resembles a real dream, displaying the beauty and truth inherent in life's journey, allowing people to discover the overlooked corners of the past, thereby eliciting much contemplation and association.
This is an album music video by 'Feng Erguo' and Shui Yanqing. Although it is not an advertisent, its influence on the public far surpasses that of noisy comrcials, waking people, who are increasingly indulging in decadence and extravagance, for a brief mont from their repetitive daily environnt, making them reflect on their life's aning and brief lifespan.
The songstress Shui Yanqing stated that the main inco from this album would be used to develop new gene therapy drugs, to solve diseases caused by congenital or acquired gene mutations.
Unlike past songstresses who engaged in public welfare activities and helped children and won, Shui Yanqing's advocacy has received much debate, as she directs the resources raised into drug developnt, instead of directly aiding the weak.
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