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A summer night in Shenzhen, ignited by Power Station's rock energy.
Live vocals with penetrating high notes remain powerful, electric guitar solos explode, classic songs trigger mass sing-alongs.
From 『When』 to 『Walk Nine Times on Zhongxiao East Road』,
Every line is a memory,
Every song is nostalgia.
This is a celebration belonging to our generation,
The songs end, emotions linger, youth never fades away.

When the prelude of "Hard Fate" played, the lights dimmed and instantly lit up again. In that moment of ten thousand people singing in unison, all emotions were ignited. "Man KTV," "Love Song," "Good Person", "Kong"—classics rang out one after another. Every lyric was etched in youth, melodies looped countless times in earphones finally resonating with ten thousand people at the venue.

Twenty years since debut, Justin Lo's voice remains piercing and powerful, with smooth transitions between real and falsetto, stable like CD quality. His impromptu adaptations and guitar solos fully demonstrate his singer-songwriter prowess. He brought the new creation "OldBoy" and delivered the "hidden gems" beloved by devoted fans—a blend of nostalgic nostalgia and fresh emotion.

The most moving part is never the perfect stage, but the meaning of "COME TOGETHER", it's a two-way journey spanning 20 years, strangers embracing over shared melodies, those regrets, stubbornness, and tenderness hidden in Cantonese songs finally finding resonance at this moment.

The sweetness of that night,
Was the two green sugarcanes stuffed into his arms while singing "Dark Plum Sauce."
The sourness,
Was when a fan said they first followed Rainie Yang, and he laughed while transferring 200 yuan as "jealousy payment."
The saltiness,
Was when sweat stung his eyes while singing "Dark Horse," and he put on sunglasses to keep roaring.

When the show ended, the light from tens of thousands of phones converged into a galaxy on the ground.
That improvised, imperfect summer night became our shared, glowing parentheses.

Jolin Tsai's "PLEASURE" World Tour Nanning stop presented a performance that subverted tradition,
featuring no guest appearances, no song requests, no lengthy interactions—just a full 120 minutes of uninterrupted singing.

From the moment the prelude of "Pleasure" played, Jolin Tsai commanded the entire venue with pure musical energy.
She condensed thirty years of her musical career into a flowing soundtrack: the power of "Dancing Queen," the deep emotions of "Count on Me," the confidence of "Play"...
Over thirty golden hits naturally connected through precise choreography, forming a complete "Life Soundtrack."

Jolin Tsai proved: when the work is strong enough, pure music itself is the most moving language.

In the summer of 2026,
Nanning was gently branded with the mark of "Sweetness" by the "One City, One Theme" of Jay Chou's "Carnival Ⅱ" World Tour.

This "sweetness" comes from the soft lyrics "I gently take a sip of what you called love" in the song "Sweet",
from the gentle melodies flowing through shared earphones during high school breaks.
Back then, we always felt the future was impossibly far, our dreams big enough to fill the entire world,
and what we called worries were nothing more than the bright red scores on our test papers,
and the ripples in our hearts when a figure from the next class passed by our eyes.
Jay Chou's songs
were the most perfect soundtrack to our entire youth,
with his unique slurred pronunciation and imaginative arrangements,
faithfully catching all our restless thoughts,
and holding the hot aspirations and longing of every young person.

Twenty-something years rushed past,
we stepped from green school campuses into the worldly life,
transforming from confused youths into middle-aged people shouldering families and careers.
The flavors of life have long lost the purity of our younger days,
gaining some bitterness of struggle, saltiness of responsibility, and the sweetness of harvest.

As the show ended,
Nanning's night breeze carried the sweet fragrance from the street-side dessert shop, gently drifting over our shoulders.
The only photo saved on my phone tonight shows starlight cascading down the stage,
blurred like the memory itself, gently wrapped by time.
I never posted to social media; some "sweetness" doesn't need to be shared with others.
It's a privately kept candy in midlife,
unassuming, undisruptive,
yet capable of dissolving quietly in countless moments when we need strength,
using the tenderness from over twenty years ago to soothe all present exhaustion and busyness.

It was a massive KTV session,
With an outstanding conductor,
One addictive song after another,
A crowd of fans who were already singing along,

This was our concert,
It always started with Wu Bai leading the way,
And left the rest entirely up to us,
We had long ago engraved the lyrics into our bones,
In the synchronized rock of tens of thousands,
We sang our youth to its most vivid expression,

Let it rise first,
The 『Last Dance』 lost on Side B of the cassette,,,

This trip ended with some regrets after all,
I didn't get to hear a live performance of 『Ballad』.
Instead, a song called 『Sea-Land Breeze』,
Gently captured my heart,
Sea-Land Breeze?
Was it the blue skies and white clouds,
Riding along National Highway 228 on a motorcycle with headphones on,
That rhythmic breath rushing towards your face?

What kind of wind was that really?
Or was it a directionless madness?
I don't know,

『Bauhinia in Full Bloom』,
I also like this song very much,
It was a work commemorating the 25th anniversary of HK's return to the motherland,
Over the past decade or so, I've visited many major cities,
But I still haven't set foot in HK,
It takes an attitude to step into someone else's world,

On the way back, I suddenly remembered,
Myself from many years ago,
When I was still a backpacker,
At Taiwan's southernmost point, Eluanbi,
I once recorded the sound of the Pacific Ocean,
So then, listening as I walk,,,

When familiar melodies like 『Bubbles』, 『Tornado』, 『The One』 slowly began to play,
The familiar rhythm instantly struck a chord in my heart,
I couldn't help but sing along loudly,
Those long-sealed, distant memories were gently awakened,
The emotions and fragments hidden within time,
All slowly surfaced within the songs,

A song never truly ends,
『See, I still remember.』

When the walking CD played live,
The charm of love songs was amplified to the extreme,
Xiao Gang's voice, inherently full of deep emotion,
Every note seemed to tell a story,
That fearless young man never left,
He is hidden in the trailing note of 『Twilight』,
He waits right at the folded page of 『Notebook』,
Those who remember fondly,
Will always use music as a bridge,
For a reunion that transcends time,

Every line of the chorus,
Hides the regrets and tenderness of youth,
So let's meet again,,,

When the prelude of 『What I Miss』 echoed in the night,
The starlight tonight caught all our stumbles,
As if someone suddenly understood your diary,
Carrying the sincerity and courage of the past,
Making peace with the stumbling self of yesteryears,
The synchronized chorus of tens of thousands in the venue,
We,
Once again rush headlong towards the road ahead,,,

The moment Brother Qi's songs began to play,
So many memories were picked up, youth came rushing back,
My heart was healed just like that,
This, is a scene never tires of watching,
This, is a blissful thing.

Adolescence is abstract,
In youth, we were like lunatics,
Reaching middle age, we seem more like madmen,
In our teens, we were as plain as boiled water, every day much the same,
In our twenties, we said we had no money, maybe buy a box of instant noodles to get through the month,
In our thirties, one day you said when we turn thirty-eight, I can treat you to a glass of Moutai,

Muttering,
Two almost-forty-year-old boys, made a date to listen to an almost-sixty-year-old sing,
That night,
A belated encounter, how much youth did you reclaim,
Off-key,
Those years, in a small southern coastal town, an old triangular tape player spun music,
Tiny,
Under the swaying trees of midsummer, us two blockheads, with just a spot of ground,
Fold in half,
There is a warmth called 『I'm still here』,
You see,
The world we look up to, isn't it that hard to reach?

That year, working on a project, busy every day shuttling between two points,
Slept on the sofa for a full six months,
Played Wu Bai's songs every day in the lobby,
Got quite a few complaints from the guys.
Coincidentally, Wu Bai had a concert in Nanjing around that time,
Didn't manage to snag concert tickets, but did get train tickets,
Ended up grabbing a small stool and rushing straight to the venue,

Awesome,
Spent two hundred to go listen to Wu Bai sing Wu Bai's songs outside Wu Bai's concert,
The biggest regret in life,
Is hearing Wu Bai sing properly, so properly,,,

Beijing in late summer, early autumn,
The lingering summer heat still clung to the rainy air,
That night,
I walked through the bustling crowd into the Bird's Nest,
Just to attend a Eason Chan concert,

When the lights dimmed,
And the music began to play,
He stood in the light.
Sang 『Elimination』,
Sang 『Ten Years』,
Sang 『Your Backpack』.
Those melodies replayed a thousand times in headphones,
Now given physical form,
Glow sticks converged into a sea of stars,
The collective breath and chorus of nearly fifty thousand people,
I realized then those songs had long been etched into the youth of so many.

The most beautiful part was still when he softly said:
『Long time no see.』

Looking at the little brother next to me holding binoculars,
『Excuse me, are you a hardcore fan?』
「Bro, I'm a fake fan, my girlfriend is the hardcore one」
『ohh~~~, then I'm a fake fan too. I don't know many songs』
「Bro, I don't either」
『ohh~~~』
In the end,
From the first song to the last,
I held up a DSLR recording the entire concert, full of the guy's singing next to me,
His girlfriend also recorded all night, her camera pointed at her boyfriend beside her,
All fake fans indeed,

I've always felt,
I'm not a proper Wumii (Mayday fan),
Unlike the lovely people around me singing along from the first to the last song,
I just sat quietly listening,
The hundred-thousand-person chorus of 『Love-ing』,
Raising phones as glow sticks for 『Tenderness』,
Following the encore, encore, the final song,

In that summer beyond others' reach,
Wind blows, rain falls, Under the vicissitudes of time,
Please be well,
We ourselves are the audience,,,
Please don't disturb,
Those gentle lovers,,,