Chapter 0010: Folk Poets

Applause filled the venue as all the audience members began to clap, with some even shouting loudly to cheer for Lan Li. Standing next to the bar, Stanley turned to Neil, his eyes questioning, "Are you aware of this surprise?"

I once was Cleopatra, I once stood taller than the rooftops, but all that is past has vanished with the wind; now a nurse in white shoes leads me back to the guest room... The melody gradually rises, and after the song of Blue Li reaches its peak, it is tinged with a sense of desolation, as if the sunset has left behind a few strokes at the edge of the sky. "There is only a bed and a bathroom, a place leading to the end." The mockery of fate has ultimately led to the end. After Blue Li's song reaches its peak, it is again tinged with a sense of desolation, as if the sunset has left behind a few strokes at the edge of the sky. "There is only a bed and a bathroom, a place leading to the end." The mockery of fate has ultimately led to the end. This time, she will not miss it again

"The church restrains all the desires hidden in my blood; yes, flesh and blood are my existence, but I firmly believe in the real." Those words, poetic in nature, were so beautiful that they broke the heart as they touched the lips of Lan Li. The true tragedy is not the absence of freedom, but the refusal to embrace it, firmly imprisoning one's soul within the flesh, akin to a living corpse. "So I drive a taxi, the traffic distracts me, and the passenger in the back seat awakens memories of you." The true tragedy is not the absence of freedom, but the refusal to embrace it, firmly imprisoning one's soul within the flesh, akin to a living corpse. "So I drive a taxi, the traffic distracts me, and the passenger in the back seat awakens memories of you."

She missed everything, missed life itself; the only thing she did not miss was her own death

When Cleopatra initially accepted Caesar's courtship, even though Caesar had a wife at the time. In the eyes of the world, she is seen as a woman who would stop at nothing for power and profit, yet no one perceives her true emotions within. That love, akin to a moth to a flame, led her to an irretrievable abyss, forever burdened with infamy

The melody slowly dissipates in the air, with the elongated tail of the blue note carrying a hint of magnetism, dragging out a long tail in the atmosphere, much like a firefly falling in the night, clearly tracing a trajectory of light that gradually fades until it completely disappears. The entire night once again retreats into boundless darkness.

This afternoon, I just went through an audition that could not be considered successful..." Lan Li's words elicited a wave of sacrifice from the audience in the bar, with some even shouting, "Lan Li, you are the best!"

But it is too late, everything is too late, I have missed the love of my life. The strings in Lan Li's hands suddenly stopped, and the clear voice hummed a simple phrase "too late," which conveyed countless heartaches and loneliness. "When I die, I will no longer miss it"

The only gift bestowed upon me by God is a single life and a single divorce, but having read the script, and with the costume fitting perfectly, I shall play my role well. The guitar strings are once again drawn, and the gentle melody transports thoughts to another realm

It turns out that all of this is merely God's arrangement, all of this is just a play, all of this is simply a mockery of fate. Absurd, laughable, tragic, mocking, derisive. How sad, how helpless, how desolate; she is like a puppet, dressed in costume, performing her role according to the script. But what about herself

Suddenly, Tom's tears burst forth; everything came too suddenly for him to cope. In his mind, Mark Antony and Cleopatra inexplicably surfaced. In another of Shakespeare's tragedies, "Antony and Cleopatra," he always believed that Antony's infatuation with Cleopatra's beauty distracted him from state affairs, leading to the decline of Rome. Yet, such is fate: two once beloved individuals, due to the wrong time and the wrong place, resulted in a fateful error that wasted a lifetime. In another of Shakespeare's tragedies, "Antony and Cleopatra," he always believed that Antony's infatuation with Cleopatra's beauty distracted him from state affairs, leading to the decline of Rome. Yet, such is fate: two once beloved individuals, due to the wrong time and the wrong place, resulted in a fateful error that wasted a lifetime.

The first line of the lyrics left Steven stunned in place. Cleopatra, also known as "the Egyptian Queen," was portrayed by Lan Li during the audition this afternoon, where he performed a scene as Mark Antony, Cleopatra's lifelong lover. Therefore, this is what Lan Li referred to as "insight"; he is singing a song about Cleopatra.

When I die in solitude, I will no longer miss anything

Oh... with a gentle sigh, the smile at the corner of Lan Li's mouth seemed to carry a hint of melancholy. "I left muddy footprints on the carpet; as you departed, they gradually hardened like my heart. Yet, I must admit, I would immediately accept your proposal, curse your wife, and to remain by your side, I would be willing to be your lover"

This is the second time Steven has misunderstood Lannister

Suddenly, Lan Li accelerated the strumming with his right hand, and the melody became increasingly cheerful, as if the skirts fluttering beneath the flamenco dance were vibrant and flamboyant, dancing out brilliant petals of red that breathtakingly made the heart stop beating. Yet amidst that joy, there lingered an indescribable sorrow, as if the naked eye could see the swirling dust carrying this silence to the shoulders of everyone, the heavy weight causing the smile at the corners of the mouth to bear a touch of melancholy. Breathtakingly making the heart stop beating, yet amidst that joy, there lingered an indescribable sorrow, as if the naked eye could see the swirling dust carrying this silence to the shoulders of everyone, the heavy weight causing the smile at the corners of the mouth to bear a touch of melancholy.

Neil spread his hands and shrugged, indicating that he knew nothing. Stanley waved his hand as if swatting a fly, ignoring Neil, and looked back at the stage. Bathed in the light, Blue revealed a cheerful smile, and the notes of the guitar strings danced gracefully in the shimmering, translucent cream-yellow light, like fairies spreading their wings.

These are the true listeners, those who listen to music with their souls. They understand the stories within the songs of Lan Li and become immersed in the music, unable to extricate themselves. There is no applause, no screams, no uproar, not even a sound; everyone is quietly savoring, tasting the subtle melancholy, the sadness hidden beneath the cheerful melodies, and the wisdom reminiscent of a wandering poet. Truly outstanding music possesses such power. There is no applause, no screams, no uproar, not even a sound; everyone is quietly savoring, tasting the subtle melancholy, the sadness hidden beneath the cheerful melodies, and the wisdom reminiscent of a wandering poet. Truly outstanding music possesses such power

A lifetime of delay. What a tragic yet beautiful phrase. An inexplicable sigh and sorrow firmly occupy the heart

The cheerful and pleasant melody once again resonates, lingering in the ears, yet that inescapable sadness spreads across the tongue, bitter and difficult to swallow. The emotions, like a gentle breeze, whisper softly, while the surging feelings suddenly seize the mind, leaving one breathless with heartache.

Love, such a simple yet profoundly complex word; freedom, such a luxury yet also an ordinary word. The woman known as Cleopatra once recklessly pursued the desires of her heart, yet left behind a lifetime of infamy. More tragically, she ultimately missed out; she once believed that Caesar was her lifelong beloved, but he betrayed her; she once thought that Antony was her true home, yet he hurt her once again. The woman known as Cleopatra, who once recklessly chased the desires of her heart, left behind a lifetime of infamy. More tragically, she ultimately missed out; she once believed that Caesar was her lifelong beloved, but he betrayed her; she once thought that Antony was her true home, yet he hurt her once again. On this path of fate, she stumbled and faltered, battered and bruised, yet ultimately mocked by destiny, left all alone.

Tom quickly glanced at Steven, only to see his old friend's expression darken once again, clearly displeased with Lan Li's blatant provocation. However, Tom found himself quite intrigued; a remarkable actor always needs a bit of edge and brilliance, and he actually thought the situation was becoming increasingly interesting

Steven was momentarily taken aback; he had thought that Lannister would bring up the audition details, perhaps leveraging the audience's support to apply pressure on them, or using this platform to showcase his talents once again. However, he never expected that a joyful melody would be playfully sketched by Lannister's fingertips. The increasingly lively notes, filled with happiness and delight, compelled every listener to instinctively join in the rhythm.

The crystalline and translucent musical notes resemble the dazzling dewdrops refracted by the morning sun, while the poetic lyrics collide between the lips and teeth, igniting a surge of emotions that causes a faint ache in the chest. Without any embellishments, Lan Li relies solely on his voice to sing, yet the grandeur and magnificence render the light itself colorless.

The melody, like the rushing spring water, lingered throughout the bar. Lan Li lowered his gaze, intently watching the guitar strings, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth, as if he were the only person left in the world. Then, that rich voice wove through the staff of musical notes, warm enough to intoxicate. "I was Cleopatra, I was a young actor, when you knelt by my bed, pleading for my hand..."

Soon, Tom realized that he was not the only one. At that moment, many of the spectators sitting in the bar were surprisingly watching the stage with tearful eyes, completely unconcerned about their own disheveled appearance, simply gazing quietly at Lan Li, and even the falling lights became exceptionally gentle.

I will not miss it again, I will not miss it again, missing my one true love for a lifetime. When I die in solitude, when I die in solitude, I will not miss it again

She is a woman, one who had no status and no freedom in the society of her time, and could only depend on men. However, when people judge her, they always forget this point. It is always easier to attribute the downfall of a nation and the mistakes of history to a woman.

Tom awkwardly wiped the warmth from around his eyes, yet the surging emotions could not be calmed. His mind once again recalled the audition of Lan Li in the afternoon, the moment of tragic intensity fermenting and settling within the melody just heard. The complex feelings in his chest could not find an accurate word, but that resonance was undeniably stirring.

Note: Cleopatra (The Lumineers)

However, this audition has inspired me, and I would like to share it with everyone here. " Lan Li's gaze merely brushed past table 14, and then swept across the audience, revealing the blurred faces hidden in the darkness. He began to joke, "I know I am quite popular, everyone is reminiscing about my previous wonderful performances..." This statement elicited laughter from the crowd. "But today, please allow me to perform this special piece of music, just freshly baked."

But it is too late, everything is too late, I have missed the love of my life. When I die alone, when I die alone, I will no longer miss it

I am filled with such sorrow, for I am dressed in a black long dress, my father lies in the coffin, and I have no plans. Amidst the cheerful melody, the lyrics resemble a sorrowful narrative poem, graceful yet tragic, with a subtle sadness and regret weaving through the lines. This is the story of Cleopatra, yet it is not the Cleopatra familiar to the world, the one described by Shakespeare as the "most exquisite seductress of all time," a calamity. A subtle sadness and regret weave through the lines, this is the story of Cleopatra, yet it is not the Cleopatra familiar to the world, the one described by Shakespeare as the "most exquisite seductress of all time," a calamity.