Ye Lingchen could not be bothered with the commotion on Weibo. Instead, he spaced out and recorded a new song.
The song from the previous night was made up on a whim. That was not all that he felt at that moment. At his level, just a random spark of inspiration would be sufficient for him to create a lot of content.
"Blooming flowers of Spring, winds of Autumn, and sunsets of Winter.
"The depressed teenager that I was thought so ignorantly.
"The windmill spins every day in its own melodic cycle of seasons.
"I grew along with the poems of fluttering flowers and snow.
"The story of time carried along a flowing stream changes a person.
"During our sentimental youth where we waited.
"…"
To others, that may have been a difficult task, yet it was nothing for Ye Lingchen. He was on a whole other level.
The recording was complete. Song titled Story of Time. Upload!
