On the rooftop at night, music filled his ears, accompanied by the isolation and loneliness in her heart, and even a kind of loud and violent pride, the music gurgled out from the trembling lips and lightly dancing fingers. In a daze, it was her concentration on staring at the sky before the arrival of Le Ye God...
She sees singing as a living, and he sees her as a living.
The dignity and love of a cold beauty.