"That day,
at dusk,
white snow began to drift.
Sorrow,
fills the mountain slopes, waiting for youth to end.
Midnight movies, filled with ancient romances,
in the darkness,
singing for the young.
..."
The Forget-Me-Not Bar, packed with people, was very quiet. Everyone was listening silently as Lu Chen played and sang—
listening to a brand-new song they had never heard before.
Though the melody was different, the familiar style remained. The guitar notes were melodious, and Lu Chen sang in a smooth, unhurried narrative. There were no hoarse roars, no boiling, passionate fervor, just the recounting of a story from the past, carrying a hint of lingering sadness and nostalgia amidst warmth and romance.
The songs he wrote were like a cup of crystal-clear water; savoring them slowly revealed a wonderful taste.
"...
Go on,
girl,
to see the red morning glow.
Take,
my love song,
and chant it to the wind.
Dewdrops hang from your hair tips,
filled to the brim with transparent melancholy—that was my very first confusion in life.
..."
Chapter 53