King of Stage

I want to talk about my troubles but no one listens, I know I look mysterious, I'm surprised it's so unremarkable, I don't want to die young, there's so much to do; Smile with a strong face, the smile blooms only for you, only for you.

Every single word is heart-piercing.

Ronan just stood there in a daze, his overwhelmed emotions made him breathless——

He can't remember the specific conversation, but he can still clearly remember Ollie's expression that day, a little bit hesitant, a little bit sad, a little bit struggling.

Ollie wanted to confide his troubles, Ollie wanted to ask him for help, but he didn't notice Ollie's helplessness and distress, and then just missed it like a fool.

Perhaps, Ollie is also helpless and dazed.

Because this is not the first time what happened to Ophelia. When the Departure tour just started, Ophelia officially made it clear with Ollie and started dating again. At that time, they had been consoling Ollie. Two or three times, over time, they also lost patience, began to take it for granted and began to become casual and simple.

Ollie still didn't come out, but they stopped listening.

Things didn't happen suddenly, but because they lacked patience and care, they just slipped into the abyss step by step.

Ronan is accusing Maxim and Cliff of having lost their original intentions, but why not himself? The splendor of Vanity Fair also changed him unconsciously, and changed his relationship with Ollie. There were already signs of this, but he didn't see it.

did not see.

I don't want to die young, there are so many things to do...

His eyes fell on this line of lyrics, so cruel and bloody, Ronan's breath was cut off in an instant, he wanted to shout but couldn't make any sound, so those roars were trapped in his chest, rampaging, blood Drippingly, as if the entire chest was about to explode.

Dear Ollie, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

The viscera curled up uncontrollably, as if suffering an electric shock, the stiff muscles made the body unable to make any movements, but the overwhelming stomach almost vomited out, and then Ronan froze on the spot in embarrassment, helpless, trapped In the midst of a grand impact, they retreated steadily.

If I say goodbye now, will you hate me, so fast that you can't even see my back; if I run away, will you hate me, passing with the wind day and night.

Read the lyrics again,

But it is so dazzling.

Yes, I hate you... The words swirled on the tip of his tongue. Ronan really hated Ollie for turning around and leaving like this. He really hated Ollie for running away without saying goodbye. He couldn't even tell the difference. Knowing whether the events of that day were accidental or... deliberate, but it doesn't really matter now, does it?

Because Ollie left after all.

Damn Ollie, how could you?

Thinking of this, my heart felt a piercing pain, and I was almost out of breath.

When you're crying, you're just wasting time with boys you don't even like.

Silly Ollie.

Ophelia is wasting time with boys she doesn't like, what about you? You waste your time with a girl who doesn't like you, and when you're struggling, your pain and sorrow will never reach Ophelia.

Perhaps, this is the authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear.

Ollie can see clearly Ophelia's distress, but not his own cage.

Then, Ronan's eyes fell on the last unfinished line of the lyrics, Can you... (Note 1)

His first reaction was that Oli didn't complete the creation, and then he lost consciousness because of the white powder, but after looking at it carefully, he found that it was Oli's intention.

That string of ellipses left too many unfinished words, but what can I say?

They are all fools, fools trapped in the cage of love, struggling and fighting with all their strength, but in the end they bound themselves in a cocoon, and it was never the problem of others, but that they did not let themselves go.

Perhaps, Ollie finally understood this too, so the strokes ended here.

Similarly, in real life, Ollie also left an unknown that can never be solved, waiting for those who are still left to answer.

Ronan can never imagine what Ollie felt when he knocked on the door of his room that day, nor can he imagine what Ollie felt when he found the girl and then fell into the illusory world of mirages, but he can understand in this lyric See Ollie's soul color here.

It’s still the same Ollie, who never lost his smile even though he was scarred, who still held hope even when life was rough, and who still used laughter to hide his fragility even when he was dripping with blood. Liang is a creative talent who has always maintained a modest and low-key profile.

Perhaps, among the four members of the One Day King, Ollie is the one who has never changed, nothing at all, so he fell into the eccentricity of Vanity Fair, suffering because he couldn't change, struggling because he couldn't adapt, and he also Lost myself, couldn't bear the hustle and bustle anymore, and then, it was over.

Hoo hoo.

Hoo hoo.

Outside the window, the gust of wind seemed to be picking up again, and the sound of slapping and entangled branches broke the tranquility of the room. Ronan didn't hear it, but the golden sunlight falling on the ground shattered into halos, like a kaleidoscope. Attracting Ronan's gaze shifted over.

A warm but dazzling light fell into the eyes, and the swaying tree shadows, the rolling city lines and the sparkling swimming pool outlined a touch of tranquility amidst the violent turbulence, and Ronan could see his own figure falling on the On the ground, the old elders were stretched, and the messy shadows were also reflected on the ground, just like the instruments of a symphony orchestra, playing a melody.

buzz buzz.

Boom boom boom.

Clang clang clang.

Looming, there was a burst of sound above Ronan's eardrums. The mellowness of the cello, the lightness of the violin, the lowness of the drum, the solemnity of the trombone, and the shock of the French horn were all intertwined. , like a melody from the sky.

From calm to magnificent, from light to grand, from delicate to majestic, the graceful melody completes an ensemble, and the whole world plays along with it, and then the world brightens up bit by bit, and the violent and raging wind is like passion Dance like a fire flamenco dancer.

Boom. Boom.

Is that... a drumbeat?

Ollie's drumbeat?

It was as if he could hear Ollie humming softly, a bit blurred and distorted, the singing voice just disappeared into the notes, without any sense of reality, and then Ronan couldn't help but hum along with him, matching Ollie's voice chorus.

He sings, I don't want to die young, there's so much to do...

Note 1: Follow (--Joji)