Chapter 1281 Cang Fei's Two Divas(2/2)
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"The red burning passion sings the beautiful and gorgeous dazzling appearance, only I am the one"
"The clear singing of the blue stream and the gentle smile of calmness and elegance are mine only."
"The running girl pursues the wild beast"
"Doll with tangled red thread"
"The cycle of opera and tragedy"
"Doll with tangled red thread"
"The wild beast with bulging fangs chased it to the top of the cliff"
"The singer who was robbed of her singing voice was also robbed of her world."
The interpretation of the story is not complicated. Two singers who were involved in the struggle for royal power died one after another, and everything came to nothing in the end.
Beautiful stories, sad songs, and regretful legends are always so touching. Nearly a hundred years after entering the new era, people have begun to pick up the stories of the past, the stories of princesses and princes, and they are reflected in the passage of time.
After distance, it becomes attractive again.
The unwillingness, resentment, and pain in the past world have slowly filtered away under the baptism of time. People today can no longer understand the pain of the lower class civilians in the past, and it is difficult to sympathize with those little people who passed by in history.
The splendid poetry and gorgeous rhetoric among the nobility have been passed down.
These poems and stories are like pictures described by colorful brushes, simple and beautiful, with a crystal-like colorful charm, intoxicating young and ignorant lives, and imagining scenes in their minds.
Now, there is a common name to name it, that is "fairy tale".
The fantasy and deviant world, the incredible countries and characters, the wonderful spells and treasures, the fairies and witches who grant wishes, are like opening a bright door in a dull world.
Perhaps these stories they read when they were children will sneer at them many years later when they grow up, telling themselves that they are all false, and finally criticize and ridicule them.
However, at least on a stormy night, or when you are lonely and painful, a fantasy prayer will arise to comfort yourself through this dark time.
Buried deep in the memories of childhood, the incredible country, the ancient spells, the beautiful fairies appeared, the colorful splendor descended, fading away like an ugly duckling, revealing the beauty like Snow White...
Dreams are a continuation of reality
Some people struggle in this cold and boring life for the sake of the tiny flash of fantasy between their fingers.
The singing was melodious, and the two singers on the stage sang again and again, singing ancient poems and legends from fairy tales.
Chapter completed!