Yu Menglong Sings La Última Canción Para Mi Madre A Heartbreaking Tribute Alan Yu

Night falls, his life ends, descends from the sky unable to resist. Sirens arrive, lights flicker, police and press cover my end. Silence covers the ground where I fell; a broken truth, I will not return here. And under this rain, they seal my end. I stretch out my hands, why must I depart? The echoes weigh more than my breathing. My name burns in the notes of a headline. I am no longer here. He sheds tears for what he did not live. I wanted time to see you laugh, but in the shadow my body will remain among questions that no one will ever close. Morning arrives, artificial cold. My body is sleeping, it already feels it. Beyond the glass, in the Cetan museum, there are eight, eternal silence. Photos hanging, looks of faith. Fans who pray without being able to see me. And though I do not live, they hear me believe. I stretch out my hands, why must I depart? The echoes weigh more than my breathing. My name burns, it won't end. I have no memories, I am not myself. Her tears return when she sees me like this. Behind a display case far from you, Reporters come to remember. Then I change to the place. If time could keep me from falling, It would be only to love her once again. But the void decided for me And in a thousand covers, I return to exist. The melody lets me stay. Alan in photos without waking up. Even if the days continue not to pass, My voice persists in every endeavor. My name, Rezan, in front of the glass. Watch your step, don't look back. I went out when I fell like that. May love live for me. I kept her name in every song.