Six Hundred and Seventieth IX Brave and Fearless
A little bit of bitterness, a little bit of vicissitudes, a little bit of relief, a little bit of hotness... In Ronan's singing, there are too many mixed emotions hidden. The listener tastes it alone and interprets different tastes.
Maxim raised his gaze slightly, and quietly watched Ollie, who was tearful but laughing wantonly, crying and laughing, as if his reason had run away.
However, Maxim could really understand the conflicting emotions of sadness and happiness in Ollie's expression. Immersed in Ronan's calm but vicissitudes of singing, a touch of confusion appeared on the tip of his tongue, and he involuntarily raised the corner of his mouth slightly. Lowered eyelids, concealing the surging emotions in his eyes.
Sometimes, Maxim also envies Ollie.
I envy the purity and hotness of Ollie, like a moth to a flame, desperately and wholeheartedly devoting everything to himself, even if his body is broken, he still rushes forward completely, those joys and sorrows, those happiness and loss, those laughter and tears, All were released without reservation, as if a fall had already consumed all energy and strength, love so deeply, and love so madly.
However, Maxim couldn't do it.
It's not because of being too sensible, but because of the lack of that heart, the heart that pours everything into another person without reservation.
So, what does that feel like? I was so happy that I wanted to tell the whole world, but I was so painful that the sky fell apart.
Maxim's thoughts, following Ronan's singing, settled down slowly and slowly.
After lightly touching the peak of the chorus, the sonorous and passionate piano melody quietly returned to calm, as if escaping into darkness.
Tranquil, gentle.
Gentle, fragile.
"All broken souls, they can never make me whole; they don't know, they don't know where my heart is, they don't know anything about me."
Whispering, like a whisper in the ear, but captures a touch of loneliness in the clear and bright voice.
Not only is it the loneliness of parting, but it is also the loneliness of being in the vast crowd but no one can listen to your own thoughts, and it is also the loneliness of being in the middle of traffic but no one can understand your pain, but, "broken "Soul", who is it?
Those broken souls who loved deeply but were severely hurt by love?
Or those broken souls who cherish their feathers and never let go of their dignity and expose themselves to others without reservation, so they never know what true love is?
Maxim,
There was a bitterness on the tip of the tongue.
Ollie's tears became more turbulent, but he buried his head deeply in the palm of his hand, and pressed all the fragmented choking sounds in the palm of his hand.
Then, the door of the recording studio was pushed open, and Cliff appeared with four cups of coffee in his hand, but he couldn't help but pause for a moment, completely unaware of what happened in the room, and just walked towards Ronan looked over, from calm to high-pitched again, the high-pitched voice exploded.
"All cruel souls, each fragment so radiant; they don't know, they don't know where my heart is, they don't know anything about me."
High notes, one after another.
Explosions, wave after wave.
At this time, Ronan really ushered in the peak of the climax. His hands fell heavily on the black and white keys. There are waves of turmoil, vicissitudes or pain, happiness or sadness, embarrassment or helplessness...
boom!
Boom!
From calm waves to monstrous waves, layers of storms are majestic and majestic in the recording studio, but the bitterness hidden in the singing makes people feel the heart-piercing pain deeply, so that The heart was completely curled up, so hard that I couldn't breathe.
"I will do my best to touch a more beautiful new world, but they don't understand, they don't understand where my heart is going, that is the darkest realm."
Treble, burst!
Treble, explode!
At this moment, Ronan was unreserved, and the rising high-pitched voice broke through one ceiling after another. Even with only the piano accompaniment, he could still feel the turbulent storm that engulfed everyone in it, and released all energy.
Cliff, dumbfounded.
He didn't understand what happened, but he could hear the extreme pain and the extreme sadness in Ronan's singing, the force that hit his face was crushed before he had time to guard against it, and he froze in place hastily , unable to move—
Ronan, what do you mean?
They (they), who is this talking about? Broken soul, who is it talking about?
reporter? Paparazzi? Anyone else at Vanity Fair? Still, him?
Cliff felt a little guilty.
When they are under the spotlight of Vanity Fair, everything seems to change, distorted into different postures, dazzling with colorful lights, surrounded by applause and cheers, lights and cameras, as if they are standing on top of the world He could change the fate of others with every move of his hand. That kind of carefree and wanton aloofness destroyed all the thoughts in his mind.
Then, everything changed.
"There is the darkest realm", is Ronan talking about Vanity Fair?
Cliff stood at the door of the recording studio with the continuous release of all the energy of the piano keys, with a struggle between his brows, but he didn't know what to do.
Maxim raised his head and looked at Ollie. He noticed Cliff's appearance, but at this moment all his mind was on Ollie.
In an instant, Maxim was able to understand the meaning of "the darkest realm", and he seemed to finally be able to taste the bitterness in Ollie's tears——
I poured everything into it, even offering my own heart, but slammed into the wall covered with thorns, and fell to the ground with many scars. The powerful force of the free fall shattered the heart, and every fragment still carried the deep Emotions, inextricable fanaticism.
It was so heavy and so hot that even a single fragment was enough to burn one's soul into ashes.
However, everything is over.
There is no more chance, no more hope, just like this, it will come to an end completely, and escape into endless darkness.
It's not "abandoning this forest for one tree", but "the only tree I care about has died out, so the whole forest is still lush and it doesn't make sense".
"Sparks splatter()".
Maxim stared at Ollie whose body couldn't restrain his trembling slightly, chewing the word repeatedly on the tip of his tongue, as if he understood something.
The melody finally stopped, but without the sound of the piano keys, the roar of the surging river still swayed in my ears, like the impact of the heart.
Then, Oli raised his head, did not wipe away his tears, did not hide his embarrassment, but let out a long breath, the smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed in the tears, and faced his wound bravely and fearlessly, because it was not just pain, It is also a part of oneself.
Note 1: Sparks splatter (--starset, -)