The light of the projection lights up in the dark room, like the beginning of a retro movie, and the images with various sand spots switch one by one, gradually entering the countdown.

When the last number flashes, the screen switches, and a soft guitar sound appears, accompanied by a faint sigh in the background.

In the constantly shaking picture, the gray walls, the old desks, and the silhouettes of students facing back or side are constantly flashing, and only the back of a black-haired girl sits in the corner, not saying a word.

The music is constantly changing, and in the melody of the guitar, the female voice sings like a ghostly voice, singing with sentimentality and loneliness, although the rhythm is brisk, there is always an endless decadence and helplessness in it.

"The seat in the corner of the classroom is at least like looking at an unchaste and corrupted cat."

"Sure enough, I still can't do it myself."

"Basically, I don't want to trust anyone anymore."

……

The camera slowly zooms in, outside the window of the black-haired girl, students of the same age are running and playing, and she is the only one sitting in the corner, not moving, the many colors outside and the gray figure in the corner are in stark contrast.

"Even though I've done something I'm good at, I'm still the guy who looks like I'm going to fall down in the first time."

"Whenever I am,

I don't expect too much from myself.'"

……

The camera changed again, the girl was still sitting in the corner, and then a few girls who targeted her came and surrounded her in the corner, with words and expressions like a screaming evil bird, mocking and teasing everything about the girl.

"Because I can't do it myself.

I'm not like you, I can't really smile from the bottom of my heart."

"I wish I could sing freely, even on the piano that I remember now,

But I'm still bound by the accusations.'"

……

The melody kept going back and forth, again and again, and the same scene played out again and again, until the end of the school, when the classroom was empty, the wall ornaments and pages were worn and broken, and the black-haired girl was still sitting in the corner, never coming out.

"Until the end of this world, it's as if nothing has disappeared."

"I still can't."

The picture gradually darkens, and this song full of depression and loss slowly ends here, it does not reverse or change at the end like the usual songs or stories in the past, the whole song is like a gradually closed heart slowly falling from the sky, everything around it is becoming more and more cold and dark blue, and finally loses all brilliance.

There is no salvation, no salvation, no consolation, only that last sigh.

The tape in the dark room slowly turned, and the projected image changed to a snow-white picture with sand spots, and then slowly entered the countdown.

When the last number flashes, the screen switches and the piano sound plays.

Buildings and tall buildings stand tall, the top lights are particularly brilliant, and from time to time colorful hovercars and airships pass by, and below the tall buildings and buildings, the streets are so dark that they can't be seen clearly, and countless silent figures walking in between.

One of the figures paused slightly as they crossed the street, looked overhead, then lowered their head and continued on their way.

The image gradually extends in the direction he is going, where there is the door of the company, with countless lattice-like desks and figures in the same uniform as him, who are as neat as robots, immersed in the gray background, constantly going back and forth.

As he walked towards the company, singing sounded in the background.

————

There is no goal either

The dream is a stable old age

There was nothing I wanted to do

If you want to say it strongly, it is youth?

"It's just a little bit of bad luck."

"It's just that there's not enough time."

I found myself always talking

That kind of thing

"I hate being just a little gear"

"Do what you can only do"

Only idealism always seems to be high-sounding

Fear of being told something

Even anonymous opinions can't be spoken

Despise people who live seriously

Why am I so worthless?

Ahhh

All lives are not created equal

When such a me disappears

No one will cry for me

Ahhh

I want to disappear right now

I think it's like a light snow falling in the wrong season

"Whew" disappears

What exactly is a "friend"?

Under the surface cover

Boring communicative

Laugh like an idiot

"We're good friends, aren't we?"

"If you have any problems, tell me?"

I heard the sound of laughing alone in solitude

Na, if it's at the other end of the mirror

There are completely opposite planets

There must be another me there

Look at me in the mirror

The girl laughed

Then I thought to myself

"If you don't have the value of living, let's die quickly."

Ahhh

All lives are not created equal

It seems to be very happy there

But in the end, it's the same here

Ahh

I want to disappear right now

I think it's like a candle flame on a birthday cake

"Whew" disappears

"Come on"?

"Don't throw in the towel"?

"You can't give up?"

No, it's not like that

The wish is very simple and bright

It's the hope that I will be in the future

Don't kill yourself no matter what

Ahhh

All lives are not created equal

When the world looks dirty

It's actually my eyes that are dirty

Ahhh

I want to disappear right now

I think it's like a fairy stick left for the end

The bloom of "pop".

"Hmm" patience

"Whew" disappears

————

The scene in the song is like a freeze frame, the colorful fireworks blooming at the top of the picture, the black crowd standing still, and the lyrics that keep emerging and crossing, rarely, this song does not use any dynamic images, completely just to show the lines of lyrics that look directly at themselves, which makes people unable to escape and forget.

At the end of the song, the text on the whole screen gradually dispersed, only the unchanging sky, and the pedestrians on the road below.

The room went dark again, and then everything fell silent.

In the darkness, a faint pink and purple disc lit up, and bursts of nostalgic and retro singing were heard from it, and then the scene unfolded.

This time it is no longer a picture, but a real reality, directly in front of the perspective, a decadent figure walking on a bizarre neon street, there are ordinary pedestrians around him, there are flying hoverships in the sky, there is a crash across the street, and there is a fallen and crying figure at the mouth of the alley.

Feel the twinkling neon lights on the streets

It's like my untouchable light and dreams

Those people had blood on their hands, but they didn't feel pain

Just to compete for more wealth and fame

In this hunting season if you wish

Please tell me where you want to go

I looked up, but I didn't see the moon

I only hope that we can go in the future

After all this hardship

Just to get rid of your pain

Even if you can't hold me tight

I still wish you to stay true to your original intention

Forgive me for letting you down

Forgive me for disappointing you again

I think I'm not strong enough

At this moment

In the end, all that was left for them was the flames

Blazing flames

It makes my blood boil

I'm going to burn this city to ashes

We've long since decided that we're going to go

Go all out to be free

Just want you to see everything in my eyes

Even if you can't hold me tight

I still wish you to stay true to your original intention

Forgive me for letting you down

Forgive me for disappointing you again

I think I'm not strong enough

At this moment

Forgive me for letting you down

Forgive me for disappointing you again

I think I'm not strong enough

At this moment

The love of my life

The one I love the most

My dear

I've disappointed you so much that you've disappointed you

be downhearted

Let you down

—————

Loss and disappointment, just because of sobriety, will see more darkness, many beautiful concepts, just businessmen's packaging and lies, but even if you see clearly, it has no effect, it is no longer a society of individual heroism, and no one will stand up because of your slogan and shouting.

People voluntarily indulge in these five-colored dreams, this is their pursuit, this is their vulnerability, this is what paralyzes their ego and keeps them alive.

All great ideals and beliefs have been tarnished and deconstructed, all brilliance has faded away, and while the surface of the Federation is still prosperous, confusion and disappointment have also permeated all strata.

With the competition of interests, all kinds of complicated and chaotic ideas fill the information network, people are manic and numb, and there is no corner that can escape the washing and baptism of the times, and there is no more tranquility and innocence that is not polluted.

This is a world of sorrow, a world that will slowly move towards death.

The song and the MV slowly played, and then the girl sat in the dark for a long time before the lights slowly turned on to illuminate her figure and silhouette.

She stood up, pressed the stop button, and the video and music ended, then pushed the door open and walked out.

Seeing her come out, several staff members who were already waiting outside the door stepped forward, but they all shook their heads slightly for the girl and refused, and then she walked straight out.

[After the album is made, does it need to be released and promoted?] ]

Sitting next to the window of the hovercar, Tilan's personal terminal received an email of inquiry.

She looked at the inquiry, was silent for a long time, and then looked at the neon night scene outside.

[Release, but without any publicity.] ]

[Roger, Her Highness Tilan.] ]

Then the screen of the personal terminal goes out, and the girl leans against the car window.

Although it was her album and tunes, she had absolutely no idea what the results would face after their release.

No one cared about it, or was criticized and condemned, she couldn't guess, but she didn't regret making this choice.

This is her voice and thoughts, and it is also the emotional catharsis of her heart for many years.

That's it, suddenly my mind is a lot more relaxed, probably not like in the past, I always have to maintain some kind of good image.

The hovercar faded away and faded into the night.

In the early morning of December 6th, Heshea Tilan's first official album was released on her official website, quietly, without any notice and promotion, if this is not an official website, I am afraid that people will think that this is some kind of prank and liar.

The first album 'Silent Voices' is free to listen to, and Tilan doesn't make money from this, and she is not bound by an agent company, so she can decide as she pleases.

Soon after it was released, someone saw the news, and then some people auditioned.

On the first night, quietly, the new album about Tilan did not make a huge splash, and people were still addicted to the lace news of various big stars, and the evaluation and promotion of various new products, and only a small group noticed this album.

The next day, the broadcast media in the Four Leaves Crystal Star Domain did a lot of spontaneous broadcast promotion of Hexia Tilan's new album, after all, it was the singer of her own star field, and people were always very concerned and kind.

For the emotions expressed in the album, many people may not be able to understand and resonate, but for the residents of the north of the four-leaf crystal is particularly sympathetic, the continuous decline and involution competition for a hundred years have made many emotions speechless, and this album has also begun to be ordered by many people, ready to buy the entity.

Although there is no money to listen to on the Internet, there is still a cost to make physical chips and cassettes, which Tilan cannot change, but the price will be much closer to the people.

On the third day, the songs in the album were promoted by some geeks on the Internet and circulated in some specific small circles.

Although Tilan's songs weren't made for them, they seemed to be particularly fond of them.

[I didn't know this singer before, but after I heard it for the first time last night, I played it on a loop all night, as if I was obsessed]

Next to it is a long string of tearful expressions

[I'm sick of saying that whatever you say is uncomfortable or disliked, you will be accused of not being strong enough, not cheerful enough, not extroverted enough]

[If you want to use the concept of psychology, it is probably a certain real mood that has been denied and ignored by society, recognized and seen]

[For people who live in privileged circumstances, it is difficult for them to appreciate the emotions in the song]

[But for us, maybe it's just a few simple words, like a key, open the door in your memory, and many scenes will come to you]

[These songs are certainly not going to be a hit, but I know I'll remember them for many years]

['Dark Flowers', sure enough, the title is not wrong, although Tilan looks quiet and cute, she didn't expect so many things to think in her heart]

[Ahem, although it's a bit of a black Tilan, but I do like it more]

[It's strange to say, although none of the lyrics persuade people to be kind and beautiful, but after listening to it inexplicably, I'm not as depressed as I used to be]

[Hahaha, probably it feels like someone finally understands me and understands me, and I'm not so lonely anymore]

[Or maybe it's the rebellious mentality, you're talking so desperate, I feel like there's still a little hope]

In the following days, Tilan's new album presented two completely different situations, rarely mentioned in various mainstream media, and no one paid attention to and understood in reality, but in a specific online group, it was particularly popular, almost a community fell, and the homepage of some niche open source websites became a scene of Tilan playing the guitar in the dark.

"The 'Black Angel' belongs only to us, Miss Hesia Tilan, who will not bring you any salvation or hope, but will accompany you and continue to move forward in the night."

"If you like Heshea Tilan, join us."

"We are the flames of darkness, the undying spirits of the dead, the ones who understand the sorrows."

Sadness and tears for the world are not emotionless, but perhaps it is precisely because of hope that they are so sad and regretful.

The three tunes are:

"3253212" is a string of numbers that is the key to a phrase in Japanese, and the singer was once a member of the egoist, that is, the band that sang the tunes of the Guilty Crown.

The song of "人の命はequalityじゃない" Hatsune,The title of the song translates to be,Human life is not equal.,The composer is the blogger of the V family, Death Ball p.

"Let You Down", which is the ending song of "Cyberpunk 2077, Edge Walker", is also very sentimental

The composition, style and gist of Tilan's compositions can be referred to these three in the chapter.

It stands to reason that the author should compose the music himself, not quote the tunes of other works, but Aozora's ability is limited, so please understand.

(End of chapter)