Under the deep blue lights, even the elegant piano melody seemed unusually sad. In Xue Yan's eyes was a girl in a white dress. She stood quietly in the middle of the stage, her glassy, water-clear eyes tinged with sadness as she gazed at him. Then, with deep feeling, she recited Pushkin's poem, giving voice to the bitterness of a love she had once known:
I loved you once, and perhaps that love has not entirely faded from my heart. May it never trouble you again;
Nor do I wish to cause you grief or sorrow.
I loved you silently and hopelessly, at times enduring shyness, at times the torment of jealousy;
I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly. May God grant that another love you as I did.
Theme:
Really. . . Not easy