As if consenting by default
Life and death, a withered wait
Rings of withered waiting, year after year
..."
Like poetry, these lyrics.
Like raindrops, these notes.
The highly textured melody falls into the ears of the audience.
The core coaching teams from each continent's Maestros feel their hearts skip a beat.
This is!
Classical style!?
Xia Fan's voice continues.
Still singing the lead in the verse.
"The Babel Tower breaks, severing whom's soul
Pain rushes to a single flickering lamp at the collapsing temple gate
Allow me to wait again
As history turns
Waiting for the mellow wine, for you to play a tune on the guzheng
..."
The flourish of activity comes to a close.
The gates of emptiness, cold and silent.
The faces of the audience gradually change.
Ripples suddenly spread across the live broadcasting rooms.
This...
Seems like...
Classical style?
Everyone is not so sure.
Surprises ripple across the faces of the audience.
