"Let him
like a recluse
hide in the heart from now on~"
As the climax of the song approached, a soft inhale through the microphone could be faintly heard, as if filled with the singer's deep emotions.
That feeling of living alone, fearing dusk, afraid of being lost, was on the verge of breaking out.
"If all the streets in the world
don't have someone who matches with me
why not let me be
a companion~"
Guan Yongyi sat up straight, her tiny frame rigid, her eyes slightly squinted, utterly absorbed.
She didn't fancy speaking much, not easily revealing her feelings, independent and reluctant to trouble anyone.
In her world, speaking through music was better than speaking outright.
He secluded himself in the attic, he never really left.
The few lines about the "attic" matched perfectly with the scene where Lu Jincheng came and went that day.
