The Journey to Godhood in Another World

Chapter 104 It doesn’t matter

He had just finished singing the first song, and a few beads of sweat still clung to his forehead. His eyes revealed a hint of fatigue that was barely perceptible, but even more so, a radiant light of dedication to music.

He was breathing heavily, his gaze fixed on the sheet music for the second song. The notes seemed like leaping sprites, dancing before his eyes, beckoning him to explore their mysteries.

He took a deep breath, slowly adjusted his posture, gently held the guitar in his arms, and skillfully plucked the strings a few times, producing a crisp and melodious sound, as if warming up for the upcoming performance.

It doesn't matter.

Who will fall in love with whom

......"

He closed his eyes slightly and began to hum. His voice was hoarse and magnetic, like sandpaper polished by time; every note squeezed from his throat carried a unique sense of vicissitude and a story to tell.

At first, his voice was soft, as if he was cautiously exploring the emotional depth of the song. As the melody progressed, his voice gradually became firm and powerful, as if he was declaring to the world his inner peace.

Images from the past involuntarily surfaced in his mind. The entanglements in love and the ups and downs in his career flashed before his eyes like scenes from a movie.

Those days when he suffered in pursuit of perfection, those moments when he wavered and struggled between right and wrong, have now been transformed into these lyrics, flowing from the depths of his heart.

He thought of the people and things he had lost because of his stubbornness, and a faint regret welled up in his heart, but more than that, he felt a sense of relief after letting go.

"Right or wrong,

Let's not be so absolute.

Right and wrong,

I won't regret it if I don't say it now.

......"

When he sang this line, he slightly opened his eyes, his gaze revealing a sense of determination and open-mindedness.

His fingers slid rapidly across the strings, playing a stirring melody.

He used to be obsessed with right and wrong and the outcome of things, but he ignored the beautiful moments in life and his true inner needs.

Now, singing this song, he feels like a bird that has broken free of its cage and can finally soar freely in the vast sky.

The atmosphere in the office seemed to be infected by his singing, and the originally dim lights seemed to brighten up. His body swayed gently to the rhythm of the music, completely immersed in the world of the song.

At this moment, he was no longer the singer who was lost and self-conscious because of a damaged voice, but an artist who used music to express his life insights.

So what if it's broken?

Why do you need perfection?

I let myself go.

Only then can I soar high

......"

These lyrics were like a ray of light, illuminating the darkest corner of his heart.

He had always pursued perfection, putting immense pressure on himself both in music creation and in life.

Now he understands that life is inherently imperfect, and only by letting go of those pointless attachments can he find liberation and rediscover his direction.

After finishing the song, Yang Xingchen had a faint smile on her face, a smile that conveyed a sense of relief and satisfaction from the bottom of her heart.

He gently put down his guitar, leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands behind his head, looked up at the ceiling, and was filled with emotion.

"This song expresses a sense of freedom and also helped me make peace with myself."

He spoke softly, a hint of relief in his voice. At that moment, he felt as if he had undergone a spiritual cleansing, and all the troubles and pain that had once plagued him drifted away with the song.

He knows that the road ahead is long and there will still be various challenges and difficulties on the path of music, but he is no longer afraid because he has found a way to reconcile with himself and the world, which is to use music to express, release, and embrace all the imperfections in life.

From this moment forward, he will embark on his own musical journey again with this sense of freedom and relief, using moving songs to tell his story and touch the hearts of more people.

PS: "It Doesn't Matter" Original singer: Yang Kun Lyricist: Yang Kun Composer: Yang Kun