A Lingering Sound for You

When the moonlight spread across the keys, Su Wan was standing on tiptoe to reach the highest note line. The tips of her hair swept across the back of Lin Yanzhi's hand, carrying the lightness of magnolia petals. Later, her voice shattered on the eve of the competition, like a candy wrapper blown by the wind, and he took over the half-finished tune and ground the baton into the shape of holding up stars. Nowadays, the children in the choir sing "Starlight", and at the highest pitch, I can always hear a female voice harmonizing in the wind, like she is hiding in the shadow of the magnolia tree, using the lingering warmth to turn love and dreams into a harmony that will not fade. Those voiceless mornings and unfinished choruses eventually turned into moonlight on the podium.