On the Great Eastern cruise ship, in the preparation room behind the stage, several girls were making final preparations. The protagonist on stage tonight was none other than Lorraine Hill.
Today, she has silky hair that is as smooth as silver snow, as stunning as an elf. She claims to her companions that it is a supernatural potion used to dye her hair, but only a few people know that this is actually her true face.
"Tonight's performance will be performed by me and Alena behind the scenes," Lily said to several others. This was also agreed upon from the beginning.
"And here I am." Letis raised the violin at hand. Although this eldest lady rarely uses musical instruments, it does not mean that she does not know how to do it. She has received an extremely comprehensive aristocratic education since she was a child.
"For Niya, just beat the snare drum. Don't be nervous. It doesn't matter if you miss a few syllables." Lorraine Hill looked at the girl with horns.
"It's no problem, Lorraine." Niya told Lorraine Hill not to worry. After entering the second grade, her personality became a lot more cheerful, or she became more confident and magnanimous.
"Me, Lorraine." Keti looked at Lorraine Hill, feeling a little nervous that she couldn't help.
"You and Bumansha the Eidolon and the others can sit aside and watch carefully." Lorraine Hill touched the lovely flame witch.
Finally, Lorraine Hill turned his gaze to Vimiya, who nodded, and there was no need for any more words after the two understood each other.
When Lorraine Hill performs on stage, Vimiya will harmonize in the background to enhance the three-dimensionality of the performance.
After adjusting various instruments, several companions played the repertoire they had practiced over the past two days, feeling relieved.
"Then so be it."
Lorraine Hill put the prepared garland on her silver hair, and the curtain slowly opened.
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In the hall in the middle of the cabin, the lights in the hall suddenly turned off, and only two small lights were still on, making it dark.
This is the largest stage inside the cruise ship. The whole stage is like an open shell, and the audience below is sitting on seats stacked like waves.
When the lights go out.
The originally noisy chatter in the venue slowly stopped. Everyone stopped talking and began to turn their attention to the stage in front of them.
While everyone was waiting, a burst of music came from the stage.
The strings plucked lightly, and the small sound was like magic, making the whole venue suddenly quiet, and the anxious heart that had been waiting for a long time suddenly calmed down.
After that, the sound of the piano sounded again. In this silent world, it seemed that there was nothing else but the gentle sound of the piano.
Even though the performer cannot be seen, the sound alone seems to outline a figure in everyone's mind. She must have slender fingers and a delicate heart.
Then a short whistle sounded, and the melody was simple and melodious, as if running on a distant grassland, where there are endless blue skies and white clouds, and the wind-swept grassland would have undulating waves like the sea.
Away from the troubles of the world, the body and mind become emptier in the gentle music.
At some point, the lights on the stage gradually turned on, and the figure of a girl appeared on the stage.
She has long silky silver hair, holding a lyre in her arms, and gently plucks it with her white and pink fingers, and the music flows out like a clear spring.
The girl was sitting on a smooth wooden post, her long skirt lying diagonally on the wooden floor, and a laurel wreath on her head. There were pure white flowers among the green branches and leaves. She closed her eyes slightly and opened her lips slightly.
, the ethereal singing rippled gently in the venue.
[über die Heide, im ersten morgendlichen Schein/Above the grassland, appearing on the first morning of this world]
[Ziehen die V?gel, wo m?gen sie wohl morgen sein?/The birds under the paintbrush, where is the tomorrow they yearn for?]
[Ich folge dem Rauschen der Schwingen in das stille Moor/In the silent wilderness, I started to flap my wings following its voice]
[Uralte Lieder dringen aus den Nebeln vor/Old songs come out of the mist]
The voice is like a nightingale in the forest, smart and graceful, and the clear singing voice is like the dewdrops in the morning, without a trace of dust.
[Lass uns die Himmel jagen im Tanz/Let us dance across the sky]
[Nebel wie Seide streifen meine Haut so kühl/My skin becomes as cold as striped silk and snowy mist]
[Weiter und weiter, wo find' ich meiner Sehnsucht Ziel?/There is still a desire in my heart, where is my destination?]
The girl recalled the teachings of the Blue Singer, and moved her fingers lightly to the rhythm of her heart, expressing the most beautiful scenery in her heart.
[Ich schlie?e die Augen und mir sprie?t ein Federkleid/I close my eyes and let the new feathers draw their flight paths]
[Schon spür ich den Wind und mache meine Flügel weit/I can feel the wind brushing my wings]
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[Wie Sterne, die ihrer Wege zieh'n/According to their way, we shine like stars]
The simple melody keeps turning, making people want to stop, and it seems that they will never get tired of listening to it a thousand times.
[Komm und fliege mit uns fort/Come on, let’s keep flying forward]
[Lass den Wind dich tragen, weit fort von diesem Ort/Let the wind take you away from this place]
[Komm und flieg so hoch du kannst/Come on, you can reach the sky]
[Lass uns die Himmel jagen im Tanz/Let’s dance in the sky]
...
After listening to many stories of love, war, religion, fantasy, and weirdness, this faraway ballad flows down like a clear mountain spring.
It is slightly cold, making people feel sober and happy, washing away the dust and clutter in their hearts, and reminding people of the original dreams buried deep in their hearts, the simplest fantasy and beauty.
The performance of just a few minutes is as beautiful as a dream, making people close their eyes, indulge in it, and experience this ancient and distant song.
Crossing the barriers of language, culture, and race, music conveys the beauty in people's hearts and awakens the long-sleeping soul. Like a newborn baby, it looks at the world again.
This must be the prayer in my heart. The girl sings softly, conveying the longing and dream in her heart.
Although he has experienced many difficulties, his soft heart is still full of beauty and hope.
Even if sometimes I run away, sometimes I want to retreat, and sometimes I stop to rest, I still pick myself up and go over the mountains and ridges to pursue the direction in my heart.
Why?
Because that is the most beautiful dream in my heart.
The most crystal clear dream, the happiest existence, and the thing I want to do the most make my soul obsessed with it, and my blood pulses with its rhythm.
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The girl's performance had ended long ago, but everyone in the audience stood up and were still immersed in the beautiful scenery in their hearts for a long, long time.
It wasn't until a burst of applause started that everyone woke up from it. The warm applause rang out. Even though the shots were red, it was still difficult to conceal the joy and shock in their hearts.
Even though there was no one on the stage at this moment, many people still stood up, took off their hats, leaned over and saluted, thanking this girl for the performance.
Perhaps in this long journey, tonight will be the most unforgettable night.
