Seven Hundred and Sixty Soul Trembling

Snapped. Snapped. Snapped.

despair. despair. despair.

The rhythm of snapping fingers and castanets is like a naughty elf flying up and down, and the golden spotlight outlines the agility and lightness of Ronan's fingertips.

Then, Ronan's singing sounded again.

"Do you still remember the love promise you made until death? Let me give everything willingly, because you make me believe that you are unique to me."

Electric guitar, cut in.

Speed ​​up.

"You called me baby, now you call me by name. Heart for heart, you beat me at my damn game."

Sadness, bursting the dike.

Painful, surging.

The struggle to disintegrate, the collapse of self-doubt, and the overwhelming despair are like a fireworks display on the Fourth of July, shining brilliantly.

However, Ronan's singing voice was not at all depressed, instead, he firmly grasped a ray of rational calm on the edge of fragility and collapse, sweated tenaciously and recklessly, and then——

Just dance.

The sadder the merrier.

The more painful the more crazy.

The more desperate the more wanton.

In this way, the pain is turned into motivation, as if tomorrow is the end of the world, as if you are alone in the world, as if you have never been injured, dance to your heart's content.

"You push, you push, you push me to the edge, you push me to the abyss."

"I give, give, give everything, everything you ask for."

Juliet's heart has long been riddled with holes.

It was not until tonight that Juliet realized that "Young Blood" was entirely her own story. Like a fool, she gave everything she had without reservation, even her life and even her soul, but in the end But there was only an empty shell of a walking dead left.

Too real and too accurate for Juliet to resist.

Kings for a day are still the same kings for a day. They tell life with melody, record life with music, and chase dreams with singing.

never changed.

But Juliet is no longer the Juliet in that memory. She lost herself.

pain.

It really hurts. It hurts.

After the extreme pain, the smile on the corner of Juliet's mouth bloomed together, and she raised her hands high, joining Ronan's ranks and dancing together.

Exhaust all physical strength, burn all energy, stand at the end of time, stand in the ruins of the world, dance until the last moment.

"Young blood, say you want me, say you want me, disappear from your life, I'm just a walking dead tonight, but you want it, yes, you want it, all the time."

Chorus, come again.

All the melodies were played, roaring on the eardrums and crashing on the heart like a waterfall flying down three thousand feet, and the world fell into nothingness.

Juliet just vaguely saw Ronan in the middle of the stage, raising his hands high, and hitting the rhythm with both hands in a relaxed manner. The notes seemed to have evolved into Ronan's fingertips. Children playing and playing, running happily Chasing and cheering, the clean laughter can easily infect everyone.

Involuntarily, Juliet also raised her hands high, imitating the rhythm, and then her smile also bloomed.

jumping. dancing. catharsis.

"Young blood, say you want me, say you want me, back in your life, I'm just a walking dead tonight, but I want it, yes, I want it, all the time."

Sad, so bitter.

But Juliet couldn't help laughing, she knew, she knew everything, she was like a walking dead, throwing herself wholeheartedly on Maxim, but to Maxim, she was just one of countless girls One, she is not as special as she imagined.

But... But she still couldn't help it.

She couldn't help thinking that Maxim would be able to say "I want you"; she couldn't help thinking that she could be back in Maxim's life and be the center of gravity again; she couldn't help thinking, "I want you." Want it", love, she wants Maxim's love, love that beats like a heart.

Even if she knew it was just a vain delusion.

She knew it was pathetic to be like this, but she still couldn't control herself, what could she do? She also hopes that she can cut everything cleanly, but she can't, really can't. She hated herself for being like this, but she still fantasized about all that shamelessly and without dignity.

All the time.

In the center of the stage, Maxim was shining, but all the light and brilliance belonged to Ronan. The publicity singing released all the pain of the wound, and then, the dancing Juliet seemed to touch the soul behind the melody for the first time, touching To the truth behind the fog.

She loves him.

This is a fact, a fact that cannot be changed and does not need to be changed.

He doesn't love her.

This is also a fact, but she should not deny or even obliterate the former fact because of the latter fact.

Maxim brought her hurt, endless hurt, and all he left for himself was hurt, because he never cared.

Instead of spending her time longing for his attention, she should spend her time caring about herself.

For Maxim, maybe this is just a romantic memory, an episode in the story of the "Departure" tour; but for her, it is an experience that she devoted herself wholeheartedly to.

She should believe that it is right to give sincerity, even if he no longer loves her, even if he has never loved her, she still loved her deeply.

Love is like this, dare to like and dare to let go, gain is happiness, loss is miss, even if it only existed for a moment, like Icarus once had a short moment, the bruises all over the body are the proof of happiness.

How many have been owned, how many passed by, in the end, it is just a yellowed fragment in memory. In the long life, some people are just used to miss. The most worthy of nostalgia, the most cherished and the most grateful is the self who is so affectionate and desperate.

She shouldn't doubt herself, shouldn't deny herself, she shouldn't laugh at her own stupidity, and fall in love with someone who is destined not to love herself, but she should appreciate the self who gave everything and faced the result calmly, and appreciated the self who gave everything and faced the result calmly. Trying my best but still losing all of myself.

At least, she once loved vividly and truly.

It has nothing to do with Maxim, but with himself.

Looking at Ronan on the stage, Juliet seemed to be able to see herself in the singing, the scarred but still dancing wantonly.

Then, the smile bloomed amidst the twinkling tears, and from the bottom of my heart, sincerely——

She wanted to dance, to dance like this to the end of the world, to the end of time, tonight, at this moment, with all the energy of life.

Dare to love and hate.

Out of the corner of her eye, she passed Ronan's shoulder and landed on Maxim again. That handsome face could still easily touch the corners of her heart, causing a dull pain, but this time, Juliet no longer evaded or struggled. , just face it calmly, with the appearance of flowers blooming in the eyes.