The sky seemed like a colossal black beast, sprawling outside the window. Cen Ye had taken a bath and was sitting on the bed, yet he felt no urge to sleep. His brain and body, after reaching an extreme peak of excitement, appeared unwilling to calm down. Those clamorous sounds and blinding lights seemed to linger in his mind.
When he performed in front of tens of thousands, he became that impassioned self who forgets everything else. Nothing else mattered, the world didn't matter, only the music did, making him the center of his own small universe. He loved it so, loved the music, loved the dreams, loved those who were crazy about him, and loved himself.
But when it all ended, weary, he would sit here and feel that the whole world became very quiet, realizing that, in fact, from the beginning to the end, it was only ever you alone, with no one truly there to accompany you.
