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Two days later, the lively scene of the Winter Festival evening gala.
Teams of girls, playing the role of fairies from the forest, flew across the evening sky with their wings spread, showering the venue with a myriad of petals from the baskets in their hands. Inside the venue, fireworks and celebratory rockets rose, illuminating the stage with brilliant sparks, where won in gilded dresses spun around, sotis lifting their skirts and bowing, other tis twirling, resembling large, golden flowers blooming and folding on the stage.
Then, a horse-drawn carriage, led by forest deer, slowly made its way across the sky. The ancient wooden carriage was adorned with wreaths of frozen green branches and leaves. On top stood a veiled woman with silver-purple hair, accompanied by animals of the forest such as squirrels, snakes, wolves, and others. They clustered around the woman, who held an orange lantern in one hand and spread out her other hand, from between her fingers fell countless snowflakes.
The customs of the Winter Festival celebration originated from a folk legend of the Third Era. It's said that in the winter forest, there lived a silver-purple-haired witch who wandered in the snow, barefooted, with her head crowned with frozen green branches and leaves, followed by various animals.
This witch possessed the secret to eternal life, and once a mother, carrying her child, fled disaster through the winter night. At the brink of despair, she encountered the witch and begged her to save the child in her arms.
The witch then bestowed the child with a blessing to never die from the cold and told the mother that the child would beco the last King of Ri. With that, the mother closed her eyes in peace.
Although most stories bear marks of embellishnts, people of that ti still believed in the legend, hanging wreaths of frozen green on their doors during the winter to seek the blessings of the witch.
Over ti, the origins of the Winter Festival were gradually forgotten, but the celebration spread and beca more popular. Perhaps it was because winters are indeed harsh, and it's a ti when families rarely have the chance to gather together. People needed this festival to relax, reflect on the year's experiences, rember the past, and look forward to the coming new year.
The delicate tinkling of bells rippled from the passing carriage, filling the gala venue with a festive atmosphere. As the dance concluded, celebrities from various realms within the Star Domain took the stage to offer their blessings. Then ca the songs presented by stars, occasionally accompanied by outdoor rating entertainnt programs, with the hosts interspersing short variety segnts and jokes to liven up the mood.
Finally, the gala reached its climax in the latter part. It began with Prin Coco's performance of "Striking the Red Flas," which ramped up the atmosphere to its peak, followed by a chorus of children, roughly aged 10 to 12, so playing instrunts. Although immature, their presence still felt beautiful.
After a quiet transition that followed the finale, the audience's mood gradually settled. At this point, the lights on the stage dimd, and subsequently, a golden crescent moon slowly rose, reflecting its golden light on the stage. A girl in a white dress with golden leaves stepped onto the stage.
First, a slightly upbeat lody began to play, followed by soft humming from the girl that allowed her voice to slowly blend with the song. Then, the simple yet fitting piano accompanint began, along with the singing of the first lyric.
Fly to the moon
Take to the moon
And let play among the stars
And allow to frolic among the stars
Let see what Spring is like
Let see what Spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand!
In other words, hold my hand!
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Fill my heart with song
Fill my heart with song
And let sing forevermore
And let sing forevermore
You are all I long for
You are all I yearn for
All I worship and adore
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true!
In other words, please be true!
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Fill my heart with song
Fill my heart with song
And let sing forevermore
And let sing forevermore
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You are all I long for
You were all I longed for
All I worship and adore
All I worshiped and adored
In other words, please be true!
In other words, please be true to !
In other words, I love you!
In other words, I loved you!
In other words, I love you!
In other words, I loved you!
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Without too much hubbub, untainted by worldly thoughts, that era had just erged from the shadows of war, and the emotions after much suffering were so genuine and simple, making them nostalgic and endearing.
Just like the figure you fancied when you were young, even though their appearance and na have grown blurry, that faint impulse and nervousness, that sweet sourness within greenness, ultimately beca the most beautiful mory.
When the song ended, the audience was imrsed in those faraway and crystal-clear emotions, with countless people recalling little things from buried mories, those days of running and laughing on the playground, those boisterous yet mutually forgetful figures.
Although ti can no longer be turned back, and today's world can't be forced back to that naive and youthful era, this initial song still retains the pure and beautiful wishes of that ti, undiluted and clear dreams.
Humanity took steps like a baby learning to walk, gradually venturing out of Earth, the first ti they set foot on the surface of the moon, playing this song on the moon, fulfilling childhood bedti fantasies.
This kind of sentint is hard for those accustod to an interstellar society to grasp, but it doesn't detract from its greatness; even today, thousands of years later, when people once again find themselves within the song, returning to that simple and unpretentious world, they still indulge in this sensation and nostalgia.
This isn't a false emotion, otherwise, it wouldn't elicit such a strong resonance, but in reality, an environnt overly fixated on profit and comrce makes people unwittingly sink into it too deeply, struggling to realize that in the pursuit of certain things, they are slowly being defined and alienated by them, forgetting their true selves.
"I don't want to accuse anyone, nor do I want to forcefully state my case, because everyone has to face the difficulties of life, various troubling issues, but I hope that in your battles, you don't lose your original selves, for such a victory would no longer be a victory, but another form of surrender,"
As the evening party was about to conclude, the host asked Tilan why she chose to sing this extrely ancient song, and she pondered for a mont before slowly expressing these words.
Although no one was scoring, there were no thunderous applause or screams overturning the venue, but in this quiet auditorium, a gentle and full emotion slowly flowed.
What fragnted light fell into my vision,
Making tears condense,
What vicissitude lted into my heart,
Making breath halt,
That tiny boat of ti rocked and swayed,
Carrying your mories and yearning,
Disappearing into the distance,
Never to return again,
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What fragnted light fell into my vision,
Making tears condense,
What vicissitude lted into my heart,
Making breath halt,
That tiny boat of ti rocked and swayed,
Carrying your mories and yearning,
Disappearing into the distance,
Never to return again,
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