C759 His Beautiful Sorrowful Dream

The fourth movement is a ring-structure, written with the melody principles.

In this movement, there were two distinct themes. The main theme changed with a hurried rhythm, and the inserted part changed through a change in tone, which made this song have a very rich lycanthrope characteristic. Sadness, anxiety, and uneasiness were vividly displayed in the repetitive echo of the song.

But in fact, the sadness in the scene that Shen Yi chose was not obvious. If people who had never heard or understood this song heard it, they might not be able to hear the rich emotion in it. Therefore, the performance of the performer at this moment was of utmost importance.

The first few seconds were a few lively and playful syllables that were sounding out in a daze, just like a prisoner who had escaped from a cage. He stepped on his floating and lonely feet to escape from the restraints while feeling afraid. At the same time, they could not help but be curious about this colorful world.

He tried, and he was lost. His desire for freedom had surpassed the merciless devastation that the cage had done to him. Unfortunately, his curiosity was short-lived because his escape was a dream.

The world was overturned. In an instant, an uproar broke out. Ten seconds later, he began to flee in despair and helplessness.

He ran, dodged, and fought back with all his might in the abyss of despair. The rapid rhythm changed, and the repeated heavy blows and jumps caused the mood of the tune to reach its climax in an instant.

He was dodging the pursuit, dodging the attacks, avoiding the obstruction that suddenly appeared at the corner in front of him, surpassing, jumping, and launching a heavy attack.

He succeeded!

Shen Yi felt the same way. The pain that she had been suppressing for a long time finally got poured down under the heavy sound of falling.

Under the suppression of the dark sky, she even had to think twice about how to speak and write. There was no way for her to ask for help. Everyone was suffering the same suffering as her.

She was unable to break free, nor could she escape. She could only use the obscure tune to have a dream that would wake her up.

In the dream, she would leave the darkness here. She would be free, and she would have everything she wanted.

He finally got a short breath.

It was raining.

However, before the sky turned dark, he found a dilapidated castle that he could temporarily hide in. He lay on the dusty, dilapidated sofa. Looking at the dancing red flames in the fireplace, every cell in his body relaxed under the rainy night.

The exhaustion and pain in his body made him fall asleep very quickly. Maybe the sofa was very soft, or maybe the fire in the fireplace was too hot, so he had a beautiful dream.

He dreamt that he had completely escaped from such a depressing and dark chase and found a beautiful island. There was a tall castle on the island, large, beautiful, and exquisite. There was a garden in the castle, and the garden was filled with flowers that were undefeatable throughout the four seasons. It was as if time could not affect it in the slightest.

He ran and jumped in the sea of flowers, singing without restraint. He attracted the birds and butterflies in the garden, and even the flowers danced with his footsteps. He also had a beautiful and elegant neighbor, and she was very kind. Just like him, she also liked the piano, the music played by her elegant and slender hands was so light and lively. The connected tunes were the most intoxicating tunes he had ever heard. A cup of coffee would allow them to chat in the garden for an entire afternoon.

He was very happy and free. He felt the pleasure of freedom and indulgence from the depths of his heart. For so many years, he had never felt so relaxed and happy before.

He was so relaxed that he wished he could immerse himself in such a beautiful dream forever. He could sink and drown.

However, such false happiness did not last for long. A terrifying sea storm had completely destroyed his castle and garden. He had nowhere to go, nor could he leave the island. He could only be frozen to death in the cold rainy night with his neighbors.

He woke up from his dream. The rain was too heavy, and the roof of the castle was unrepaired for a long time. The leaking rain drenched him like a wet chicken.

He couldn't stay in the castle for long, so after the rain stopped, he started to flee again.

This was an even crazier suppression and siege. He was forced into a desperate situation, and no one could help him.

He let out a desperate and unwilling roar. Why, why didn't he do anything wrong? Why did he have to be caught in such a dark cage?

He did not want to stay in such a place, nor did he want to be tied up. He wanted to share dinner with the reptiles and rats in the cage all day long.

He ran, ran with all his might. Faster, a little faster, and perhaps he would be able to escape this suffocating pressure and darkness.

He did everything he could, running forward, and finally diving into the abyss to counterattack.

He still failed. He was just a single person, unable to escape the spying and surrounding of so many people. He was pressed onto the ground, his face rubbing against the gravel and sand. Pain! His thoughts became clearer at this moment, and the cold dagger stabbed into his heart. A large bloody hole was gouged out. Hot and hot blood splashed onto the ground like lava.

He was filled with grief and indignation. This was the soil that contained his blood and tears. Could the seeds of hope grow on our bodies?