New York – the city that never sleeps – suddenly fell silent tonight in an unprecedented shock. At around 10 p.m., a bomb-like explosion rang out in the middle of the bustling Fifth Avenue. The luxurious limousine carrying Elton John, the global music icon, suddenly burst into flames just minutes after the loud explosion. The flames engulfed the entire car, turning the neon-lit street into a tragic scene.

Eyewitness accounts, a trembling female tourist said: “We saw sparks flashing from under the car, then boom! Everything shook. People ran everywhere, thick black smoke billowed up. There were loud screams: ‘Elton John is in the car!’ but no one dared to go near.”

Police and firefighters arrived just minutes later. A series of ambulances blared their sirens, blocking off the entire avenue. Paparazzi, who had always been following the star, reluctantly recorded the tragic moment: firefighters sprayed water, black smoke reflected the flashing red and blue lights, fans burst into tears and screamed outside the hastily erected metal fence.

When firefighters broke down the door and pulled Elton John out, the scene exploded. He lay motionless, his body covered in smoke, his clothes scorched. Paramedics immediately began CPR on the street: repeated chest compressions, oxygen masks pressed against him, electric shock machines making a loud “clear!” sound. The crowd held their breath, but the legendary heart remained silent.

Elton John was carried on a stretcher, the ambulance sped away with the siren screaming. Hundreds of fans cried, a group hugged each other and sang the song Candle in the Wind, turning the chaotic street into an impromptu prayer.

At Mount Sinai Hospital, the ICU was as bright as day. The red monitor flashed continuously, the heart line gradually flattened. The doctors tried their best: adrenaline, electric shock, desperate resuscitation. But after more than 40 minutes, a choked voice rang out: “Time of death: 22:57.” The air froze. A nurse wiped away tears and whispered: “We have lost a legend.”

The bad news spread at the speed of light. In just a few minutes, the hashtags #PrayForElton and #GoodbyeRocketMan exploded globally. Singer Lady Gaga wrote: “Music lost its heart, and I lost my teacher.” The US President issued a statement of condolences: “Elton John is a light that will never go out in human culture.”

Outside the hospital, thousands of fans gathered, lit white candles and spread out along the sidewalk. Posters of Rocket Man and Goodbye Yellow Brick Road were held high, mixed with sobs. The police had to set up a barricade, but the crowd still jostled, causing dozens of people to fall. A double incident occurred: part of the fence collapsed, and the ambulance rushed through the chaos.

In London, Big Ben chimed in silence. In Paris, the Eiffel Tower turned off its lights for a minute of silence. In Sydney, the Opera House square turned into a sea of ​​white flowers. The whole world is in a state of grief.

Elton John – the man with the sparkling glasses, the immortal voice and the hands that weaved immortal piano melodies – passed away in a fierce fire in the heart of New York. He lived brilliantly, and he passed away brilliantly in a tragic tragedy. An era of pop-rock music has officially ended.

In the coming days, there will likely be a special national funeral for Elton John. The world will light candles, sing the melody of Your Song, and the promise will be heard in tears:

“Goodbye, Rocket Man. You will fly forever in our hearts.”