For Lorraine Hill, singing is not difficult after learning from Mrs. Philia, but she still prefers to sing alone to express her emotions. When performing in public, she has to take more care of everyone.
I like it more. I can't say I hate it, it's just a little more restrained and a little less free.
But it’s okay to vent your emotions and thoughts to the outside world occasionally.
The light-colored leather shoes stepped on the steps, revealing the white socks. Loren jumped up slightly, and then landed lightly on the roof of the carport. The female poet who was originally on the top of the carport was surprised, and then the cyan pair
The girl with ponytail stretched out her white wrist.
"Can you lend me your piano?" The girl's voice was clear and ethereal.
"Okay... okay." The bard was slightly surprised and handed over the citrus in his arms, then jumped off the roof of the car, leaving the girl alone. The people below were watching this
The girl, who was like an elf, opened her expectant eyes and was ready to listen.
Lorraine Hill plucked the strings, and several pleasant echoes came from the wooden box of the instrument.
What should she sing? Lorraine Hill thought to herself. Logically speaking, she should follow the local customs and sing some songs praising battle, heroism, and passion. But she hesitated for a moment, and she didn't want to. If she doesn't like it, she just doesn't like it.
She doesn't really like fighting and killing. What she wants to see is that everyone can sit down and live happily together. She doesn't know if she can do it, but she still wants to convey the beauty she expects in her heart.
As the thoughts changed, the notes tuned in the hands also slowly changed, and finally, soft and brisk music sounded beside the campfire.
At first there was the sound of a string being plucked, and then a song sounded like flowing water from a clear spring.
"It's about to begin"
"The world moves at night"
"The little dot is twinkling"
"Turning, turning, those gorgeous dance steps"
"Welcome to the forest"
The clear singing gradually led everyone's mind into an ethereal and mysterious world. It was a quiet forest with flying fireflies, in which flowers bloomed under the moonlight, and several small figures danced among the flowers. They had butterfly wings and hands.
Waving a fairy wand scattered with stars.
"Sometimes a little disturbing"
"Sometimes I do pranks"
"How can I put it this way, it's magic."
"He's on our side"
"Come ride the three rhythms"
"Drive away worries, welcome to the forest (Welcome!)
The girl's eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, her soft voice was ethereal and pure, and everyone's hearts seemed like orchids under the moonlight, swaying slightly in the night wind.
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"This heart is freer than anyone else's"
"Gently swaying this ethereal swirling dance"
"Welcome to the forest (Welcome!)"
As the strings are plucked, dots of fluorescent light slowly fly in the air, adding a quiet beauty to this noisy world. Then these dots of fluorescent light chase each other, surround each other, and slowly turn into emerald green butterflies.
"Look over there, look over here"
"Looking for something to relieve boredom"
"What are you going to do next?"
"Let me think about it"
"These days are so incredible"
"Not bad"
"Okay, come to the depths of the forest (the depths of the forest...it seems to be pulling...start!)"
Emerald green butterflies fly all over the sky, landing on the girl's shoulders, on the grassy fields, on the burning flames, and on people's hearts.
Small seeds began to sprout, vines and green branches spread across the ground. They grew wantonly and unfettered. The small branches continued to climb, and the small trees slowly turned into large trees with dense shade.
The fire was covered and extinguished by the growing green branches and leaves, and everything was dim. The entire venue fell into the forest, and vines were set up and connected between the branches. The blue orchids blooming on the vines emitted little bits of fluorescence.
Decorate and dress up the entire venue.
The cool moonlight shines from the sky and shines between the shades of the trees. The girl's long green hair is also coated with a light silver, and a fairyland-like stage is formed.
"The fragrance of flowers wraps around the body"
"Walking in the place we have been waiting for"
"Let us dance dreamily and happily"
"Pieces of the moon and dots of stars"
"It's here that we face each other"
"Let us dance magnificently and fiercely"
"This is the stage where time disappears"
...
The originally noisy venue was quiet, except for the girl's light singing voice, which was surrounded by the forest and moonlight, washing away the accumulated anger. Her fanatical eyes slowly became softer, and her restless heart gradually became peaceful.
It turns out that there are more beautiful things in this world besides fighting and killing.
How long has it been since you felt so calm? The old great shaman looked at the girl singing on the piano, and his thoughts seemed to drift to the distant past.
Orcs with various characteristics lived all over the world a long time ago. There were snow-capped mountains, forests with piled leaves, quiet lakes, flowing rivers and sunsets, as well as endless and distant places.
sky.
Since when did everyone become so narrow-minded?
It seems that fighting has become everything in life. Is dying in the process of killing really a kind of happiness?
Is this really the only choice in life?
Kedarun, the King of Fangs, only taught the orcs how to fight, but did not tell them how to live after the battle. Because he spent his life in battle, do future generations have to spend it in battle like him?
?
Questions that had never been thought of before began to emerge in the mind of the great shaman, and a new perspective and world began to spread in his mind.
Perhaps for so many years, their thoughts have been stuck in a narrow spiral, ignoring and forgetting many things.
The world on the grassland is monotonous and boring, and the lack of diversity leads to the same in daily life. Living in such a closed and monotonous world for a long time, our thoughts are unknowingly alienated by its influence, becoming extreme and narrow.
Just when the old shaman was immersed in reflection on the past, the singing in the venue finally came to an end and slowly ended.
"Let us dance magnificently and fiercely"
"This is the stage where time disappears"
The clear and beautiful singing gradually stopped, and many spectators in the venue still did not move, still immersed in that beautiful world and dream.
Until a heavy fruit fell from a branch and hit a wolf-eared spectator on the shoulder. He picked up the green and plump fruit in the grass. After breaking it open, the light red flesh exuded an alluring fragrance.
When you take a bite, the overflowing and sweet juice fills your mouth, refreshing and jolting your mind.
Looking up, the emerald green branches are covered with red, green, and yellow colorful fruits. These dazzling fruits are crystal clear, plump, and lovable.
The smell of harvest filled the air amidst everyone's exclamations and joy, just like a fairyland in a fairy tale.