Just like the way she is dressed now, it's hard to believe how beautiful she is.

Each line of the lyrics is like a knife stabbing into the heart, making people feel the pain of disillusionment after the extreme joy.

However, the doll that was once held in the palm of one's hand has long been covered with dust and lies in the waste.

Zhou Yiyang's fingers moved faster and faster, and the magic of music became stronger and stronger.

The girl has grown up, she said softly:

"Being a virtual anchor is so tiring. My voice is almost hoarse! It would be so nice if I could go back to the past..."

On the TV, Tang Yue was still jumping around, but this time she did not hide her fatigue.

Although her singing voice is not as high-pitched as Wang Xingrui's, it has a rare sense of fragility.

Beneath the energetic appearance, he is actually a person full of regrets and sorrows.

The voices of the last four people intertwined together, gorgeous and brilliant like a dream.

The whole song is like this performance: magical, beautiful, shocking, yet depressing.

Just like the youth of many people, it is as bloody as a novel, but it will be forced to come to an end at the moment of graduation from high school.

When they grow up and look back, their youth is also filtered, like a gorgeous robe that covers up lice.

Just like those forgotten toys, when you see them many years later, you will have an even better impression of them because of the nostalgic filter.

The curtain fell again, and Zhou Yiyang stood up and left the piano.

The overwhelming applause came from all directions like a tide.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－

Original song: "To Youth"