If I lose you, what else is there to care about?
When doves no longer symbolize peace,
I'm finally reminded that what's being fed in the square are vultures,
using beautiful rhymes to describe a love plundered empty."
The singing.
The guitar.
The piano.
Every note enters the ear, converges, seeps into the heart.
More and more spectators on site stopped in their tracks as if they had forgotten to leave.
...
Box 022.
Lilia had barely gotten up from her seat when she harshly sat back down, as if an invisible hand was pressing her down!
"Xian Yu?"
The girl next to her recognized the silhouette on stage and exclaimed, "The closing number is performed by him?"
Lilia didn't speak.
This was the first time she saw Xian Yu in person; she had only heard some news about him before.
This guy's looks are somewhat otherworldly, not at all what you'd expect from Maestro.
No, that's not right.
The focus here is the work itself.
