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Ouyang Qiming's music reminded many guests of the past, both beautiful and sorrowful, filled with unbearable pain.
Guoguo's pure and gentle singing, guided by Ouyang Qiming's music, touched all the guests in the venue:
Don't sigh, tonight's brilliance belongs only to you.
Please lean against the gentle sunlight and feel the deep blue horizon.
Don't be sad, quickly put away your worries.
In the distant distance, someone is waiting for you to come ashore.
Ouyang Qiming's fingers moved slowly over the piano keys, as if they had become an inseparable part of the instrument. Each rise and fall, paired with Guoguo's soft voice, created a poetic melody that gradually seeped into everyone's deepest hearts.
Suddenly, the originally quiet hands became lively, and Guoguo's singing transformed into a vibrant and passionate performance alongside the music.
The piano and song were like a spring morning, filled with endless vitality and energy.
The music shone like a dazzling ray of sunlight, illuminating the windows of people's souls, while the singing was like a cool breeze in summer, blowing away the heat.
Everyone felt as if they were about to dance and sing along with this music and song.
The incredibly agile hands on the piano keys danced joyfully like fairies, performing a lively dance.
Guoguo took a deep breath and continued singing:
Don't complain, no one has wronged anyone
Please open your eyes wide, how colorful the world is
Don't complain, quickly chase away loneliness
Around you, there is someone who has always accompanied you as you grow
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All beautiful moments are so fleeting. The joyful music and singing quietly stopped after more than two minutes of happiness, just as the guests were still savoring the experience.
A few seconds of pause suddenly tightened the guests' hearts, which were just filled with joy and looking forward to the future, as if hinting that something was about to happen.
This simple break brought a sense of impending storm to the guests.
Finally, Ouyang Qiming's left hand struck like lightning, playing thunderous bass notes in the lower register.
Meanwhile, his right hand surged upward like a wild stallion, swiftly soaring from the bass region.
A series of delicate melodies, dense like raindrops, filled with a sense of relentless bravery and tragic grandeur.
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