She said just a single sentence, and the audience all fell silent without any prior agreent.
Because it was an impromptu performance, there was no accompanint, no music—only the lody carried by Tian Sangsang’s voice.
"It was an autumn,
The wind so tender.
It made think of them,
Those helpless eyes."
"There, amidst the beautiful scenery,
Where we once stayed together,
I heard a deafening roar,
Echoing through the valley."
The clear, somber, and lancholic voice reached the villagers’ ears, and inexplicably, a wave of sorrow swept across the crowd. Just a few simple lyrics, plain yet profoundly understood. Tian Sangsang’s piercing, resonating voice struck their hearts, allowing them to feel the essence of the lody.
It was as if they had truly stepped into that autumn, the wind so tender. But if the scenery was beautiful, why did they witness the helpless eyes? What did that deafening roar signify? What had happened?
Quiet, so quiet, it was impossible not to want to uncover the story.
"It was that autumn,
When I could no longer see Dad’s face.
With his shoulders,
He lifted to the point of rebirth.
Tears in the darkness,
Filled my eyes.
Don’t leave,
Don’t hurt."
The desolate voice continued, gradually rising to a crescendo. So, it was a tragedy. What happens next?
"I watched as Mom and Dad walked further and further away,
Leaving in this strange and unfamiliar world.
Not knowing what dangers the future holds.
I wanted so badly to hold onto his hand,
But Mom told there’s still hope.
When the sun rises,
Mom smiled,
Daybreak."
"...I watched as Mom and Dad walked further and further away, leaving in this strange and unfamiliar world, not knowing what dangers the future holds. I wanted so badly to hold onto his hand, but Mom told there’s still hope. When the sun rises, Mom smiled, daybreak..."
The song’s climax repeated, transforming Tian Sangsang’s previously nightingale-like, mourning tones. From gloom, sorrow, and heaviness, the climax swept into an impassioned crescendo, filling everyone with a sudden surge of hope. Daybreak—it symbolizes hope. To be alive—is hope. No matter what happens, the future always holds hope. We must live courageously, live strongly.
As the crescendo resounded, the villagers’ emotions swelled to their peak, and many were moved to tears. What makes a song truly stirring? What strikes straight at the soul? What delivers a fatal emotional blow? They seed to understand now that this was a story where, in the fleeting monts between life and death, parents didn’t think of themselves—they thought only of their child. They empathized deeply. If they were in the sa situation, they would do the sa. This is the innate love of a mother and father.
Initially, standing at the speaker’s podium, Tian Sangsang thought of herself rely as the singer, since she and the original perforr were approximately the sa weight—though she was darker-skinned. Yet as she sang, she found herself touched by her own voice. mories of her own parents ca flooding back. When they were young, her father had once been spirited and full of ambition, and her mother had experienced warmth and happiness. But the failure of their business had nearly left their family holess. Life beca so hard. Her mother, once free of responsibilities, now had to toil for their survival. Her father, who’d been a small business owner, ended up driving himself to leukemia. Yet no matter how harsh reality was, it never hindered the love within their family. Her parents had flaws—they were not perfect. They were ordinary people. But to her, they were the ones who loved her most in this entire world. No one would ever love her more than they did.
As she reached the end of the song, Tian Sangsang wiped away her tears. Her voice was hoarse, thickly nasal with emotion.
"What song is this? I don’t think I’ve ever heard it before." The deputy secretary murmured to himself, his gaze suddenly dimming. Busy with work, he’d neglected his elderly parents at ho far too often.
The deputy secretary’s assistant next to him thought of saying, "You’re so busy, of course you don’t have ti to care about such things, let alone find the ti to listen to new songs." But then a new thought arose: was this even a new song? If it were, it would’ve gone viral long ago. He too had never heard of it—so where did this song co from?
"No, no, this is impossible... This can’t be Tian Sangsang... How could she possibly sing?" Zhou Zheng muttered in disbelief. anwhile, Tian Tian was filled only with resentnt.
The surrounding crowd, overhearing Zhou Zheng’s words, inwardly disagreed. To be honest, Tian Sangsang’s performance today exceeded all their expectations. They thought about it—Tian Sangsang’s parents had passed away long ago. Perhaps this song was her heartfelt expression? So, Tian Sangsang turned out to be so strong. She’d rely hidden her sadness and grief deep in her heart. Today, they finally saw the real Tian Sangsang. Their sympathy and admiration for her deepened instantly. Soone with love and hope in her heart couldn’t possibly be a bad person. In the past, they had underestimated her.
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