The lively rhythm felt like sunlight dancing under the blue sky, while the sorrowful lyrics seed like seagrass floating and sinking beneath the ocean. That contradictory emotion blended harmoniously, a bittersweet sadness wrapped in a smile, slowly spreading on the tip of the tongue.
With tear-filled eyes, Hope looked at Renly amid the halo of light, his face gradually becoming blurry, like a beautiful dream drifting further away. Yet the faint smile on his lips gently rippled, like a pebble tossed into the heart’s lake.
Unconsciously, Hope’s lips curved into a similar arc, following Renly’s expression. Tears slowly slid down her cheeks, and then… she danced lightly and freely. She didn’t know why, but she just wanted to dance. The joyful singing reached her ears, and her body couldn’t help but sway to the rhythm, as if every cell naturally responded to the lody’s call.
“Oh, Ophelia, You’ve been on my mind girl since the flood; Oh, Ophelia, Heaven help a fool who falls in love.”
Oh, Ophelia, can you hear it? Soone has seen your beauty, soone rembers your existence, soone reminisces about your story—not just Hamlet, not just Laertes, but you, Ophelia.
Hope spread her arms wide, spinning joyfully in circles. The warm night breeze seed to sprout wings under her arms. With just a light push from her feet, she could soar into the sky. She was so happy, blissful, and joyful, but the tears wouldn’t stop—like broken pearls, they fell one after another.
It was a missed opportunity, after all, just like Cleopatra missed Antony, and Hamlet missed Ophelia. In another world, could there be soone who loves Hamlet as wholeheartedly and unconditionally as Ophelia did? In the real world, could there be soone who would give up everything and love soone as purely as Ophelia?
“Oh, Ophelia, You’ve been on my mind girl like a drug; Oh, Ophelia, Heaven help a fool who falls in love.”
Happiness is a journey, not a destination. So, work as if you don’t need the money; love as if you’ve never been hurt; sing as if no one is listening; dance as if no one is watching; live as if today is the end of the world.
Hope danced recklessly, spun wildly, and relaxed herself, imrsing in the lody. She let all her emotions run wild like untad horses. Scorching tears slipped from her eyes, fell to the corners of her mouth, and turned into a smile brighter than the stars, lighting up the entire night sky.
The night was just right.
William raised his hands high, following Ed’s beat, clapping his hands, his feet tapping out the steps of a tap dance. He danced joyfully. Since the age of nine, after performing a tap dance at school and being ridiculed by the senior football players, he had never danced again. The long years almost made him believe he had forgotten those steps, but at this mont, they seed to have been lying dormant in his blood, never truly gone, reawakened and dancing with abandon.
His heart soared along with the curve of his lips. He had almost forgotten how wonderful it felt to dance, how completely imrsed he could be. Why did he give it up in the first place? The mories seed blurry, and those unfamiliar faces had long since beco re passersby in his life. Why should he care about their opinions anymore?
He shouldn’t change himself for others, and he didn’t want to change for anyone. Just like Ophelia, holding on to that clean piece of pure land deep in his heart, running wild like it was the last day of his life.
Graham had just returned from the bar and froze in place at the sight before him.
Looking at the smile on William’s face, he couldn’t rember the last ti William had been so happy. So he, too, clumsily joined in the dance, responding to the lody and the rhythm, moving his limbs awkwardly and uncoordinatedly. His ridiculous movents didn’t embarrass him—on the contrary, he found joy in it—because everyone around him was dancing, turning the place into a sea of happiness.
Tears shimred in Renly’s eyes, a faint sadness intertwining with the lyrics, gliding silently beneath the boundless night sky like a bird without legs—needing to flap its wings with all its might, for stopping would an the end of life. Yet as he looked at the people dancing in front of him, a smile blood at the corners of his mouth. Ophelia—that was the purity and beauty that never disappeared, eternally illuminating the road ahead.
The lody stopped, the singing ceased, and the dance steps ca to a halt.
Everyone turned around and looked at the two people who had just finished performing. Soone—no one knew who—whistled, followed by vigorous applause.“Well done, mate!”“Amazing, brother!”“Encore, encore!”Cheers rose and fell, and the applause grew increasingly focused. Everyone used their reactions to vent the residual emotions stirred within them—excitent, confusion, and admiration.
It was only then that people noticed that the crowd, which had initially been just six or seven people, had swelled to more than thirty. Scattered around the street corner, they had turned the place into a small, impromptu performance venue.
Elliot Court widened his eyes in disbelief at what had just happened. He looked down at the footage captured on his cara, and his heart couldn’t help but soar with excitent.
He had arrived a bit late. After taking photos of Jim and Todd, he had left the lively Glee party behind, wandering down the street to look for Renly—he couldn’t shake the feeling that he shouldn’t miss this. When he finally reached the scene, the song was already in its latter half. Everyone was singing and dancing, moving freely. Renly, sitting cross-legged on the ground, looked a bit dishevelled, yet sohow perfectly fitting with this scene. It was as if in this street setting, he was his most authentic self—while the suit he wore seed sowhat out of place.
Elliot had no ti to make sense of what was going on—just monts ago, Renly had been receiving an Emmy Award, and now he was busking on the street? Usually, every award winner would be sward by reporters for first-hand interviews, so why was Renly here?
None of that mattered. The important thing was that Elliot imdiately turned on his cara and started recording the scene, regretting only that he hadn’t been able to capture it from the start.
“Renly, what was that song just now? Was it an impromptu creation?” Elliot’s shout wasn’t abrupt amid the noise; rather, it won the support of the audience. Everyone echoed, “What song was that?”
“‘Ophelia.’” Renly answered almost without thinking, the na slipping from his lips.
In truth, the song’s lody was rather simple. Normally, songs lasted three to four minutes, but this one had barely lasted two and a half, including the prelude. It was just a spontaneous inspiration that had erupted tonight—a casual, impromptu tune. Yet, clearly, the audience didn’t see it that way.
“That song was amazing!”“Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! I love it!”“Put it on iTunes! I’ll be the first to buy it.”“Yes, yes! Upload it soon—I can’t get it out of my head.”“Is there a deeper aning to the lyrics? It feels like Shakespearean poetry—hard to fully understand.”“Ophelia is a character from Hamlet, so it must be aningful.”
The discussions erupted one after another, leaving no need for Renly to answer. The crowd had already started forming their own interpretations, making Renly smile.
“Renly, will this song be released?” Hope took a small step forward, her eyes filled with longing as she looked at Renly. The surrounding chatter surprisingly paused for a mont.
Renly thought everyone had moved on from the topic, but the question ca back around. He shrugged and replied, “Why not? I suppose my rent could use the extra inco.” His playful tone made everyone burst into laughter.
“I’ll definitely buy it!”“Upload it soon—I’m getting impatient!”“I’m going to tell my friends that I discovered a great song tonight!”
Renly could feel the genuine excitent and happiness flowing around him. Suddenly, he understood why Stanley Charlson was so passionate about sharing music—because whether it was joy or sadness, regret or fulfilnt, it was sothing that could be shared. It was like performing—a bridge not just between the listener and the perforr, but between people themselves.
It was an intensely personal experience because the lody stirred the most hidden emotions deep within one’s heart—secrets known only to oneself. So, when discovering that a stranger shared the sa passion for a lody, the tangled feelings of tension, excitent, unease, and delight intertwined in an incredibly subtle way.
It seed he really should share “Ophelia” with this group of strangers who, despite being fleeting passersby, had forged a connection tonight.
“Hey, Renly, are you that Renly? The rich kid from The Pacific?” Finally, the crowd seed to realize sothing, though the delayed reaction was almost exaggerated. “Wait, weren’t you supposed to be at the Emmys tonight… Oh!” Before the question could be completed, soone reacted—they were just across the street from the Nokia Theatre.
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“Look, isn’t that the Emmy trophy? Haha, congratulations!” People noticed the trophy lying in the guitar case and started congratulating him one after another.“Thanks, man, for giving us such a wonderful night!”“Dude, make sure to upload that single—I’m planning to share it with my girlfriend!”“Tonight was pure luck—congrats!”
The continuous praise made Renly a little embarrassed—he wasn’t the real protagonist of this performance, after all.
T/N – Just a heads up – I am changing the way I am writing the nas of movies, so it was like this: ‘The Pacific’, but from now on it will be like this: The Pacific. Not a big change but it is a change…
T/N – And I am back, I really needed a pause from everything…Oh yeah, I also graduated, so I spent so ti partying, but back to translating.
T/N – If you like this novel, please give a review or rating on Novel Updates
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