King of Stage - Chapter 766 Mars 4 splashes

Buzzing.

Buzzing.

The rustling noise was surging in the air, and a brilliant light turned off the cheers and shouts of the audience. When we waited to open our eyes again, the Nokia Theater had already escaped into the darkness again, with four faint lights. The spotlight resisted the endless darkness that raged all over the world.

Then Ronan spoke.

"You and I are one body, blooming like a moth to a fire; I cut out the entire heart for you, but hit the high wall you built, sparks are flying everywhere."

Not singing, but whispering, poems like songs, whispering, syllables jumping between lips and teeth, darkness mixed with sadness and bitterness spreading on the tip of the tongue, people can't help but gently immerse themselves in the rhythm, The surging turbulence and arrogance also calmed down slowly.

The sadness and vicissitudes displayed between the lines, with an overdraft of weakness and dazedness, slowly evacuated in the boundless darkness.

The deep and mellow voice sounds like a cello, and the melody jumps lightly between the lips and teeth, gently and slowly pulling the heart, once, then again... The poetic chanting makes the emotional tentacles sensitive I became fragile and seemed to be able to touch the wound behind the words.

Sound is a musical instrument; speech is a melody. Beautiful and thrilling, like a whirling skirt, hunting in the wind.

Rushing.

Rushing.

Like the calm sea at night beating against the rocks, there was a tragic and poignant beauty, and then, the heart shrank suddenly.

Buzzing.

Buzzing.

The melody plays; the tide rises.

Zizi.

Zizi.

The thunderous notes create a tingling sensation of current passing through. The flickering and dimming lights also flicker frequently in line with the drum beat of the melody, and the faces of the band members disappear into a halo of blur. The eyes that can vaguely catch the sea of ​​stars are still shining.

The melody is clearly vigorous but kind of vicissitudes, obviously intense but kind of fragile, obviously intense but kind of gentle, the contradictory feeling becomes more vivid because of the low voice in front of Ronan, and it penetrates down the pores like a drizzle. In the skin of every listener, there was a shiver.

what is this?

With just a prelude to eight beats, the Nokia Theater was plunged into chaos. This was a melody they had never heard before. The encores in the first and second stages were not like that. Could it be...this is the third stage of the security Can be music?

Even Juliet is at a loss.

Only a very, very small number of knights showed immersive expressions, and Sophie was one of them——

Two nights before the encore performance in Los Angeles, the King performed this work in one day, "Mars Splashing", which complements the "Embracing Newborn" in the first stage and the "Young Blood" in the second stage, forming a "departure". The encore trilogy on the tour finally painted the preliminary blueprint for the band's new album.

The reason why King One Day is King One Day is because they are always on the road to chasing their dreams and never stop their steps.

The confusion and the accident are short-lived, fleeting, and the turbulence in my mind just erupts between the electric light and flint, and then is swept into the torrent of stormy waves by the powerful drum.

Tonight, Ollie once again demonstrated top-level control with full firepower, but the slack drums exploded with stronger and more turbulent power at every drop point, and the less dense drums rolled down layer by layer, just like The giant stepped on his chest, solid and heavy.

Then, the chest skeleton made a muffled sound, shocked, sinking into the soul.

boom. boom! Boom!

Rumble and curl.

The singing sounded.

Gentle and tough.

"Heroic and fearless, detached from the mundane world, flapping wings and flying across the barriers of satellites."

"We have control, Wanjun Thunder, even if the height of the sky makes us fearful."

The vigorous and solid singing bursts with a burst of surging energy, walking through the thunder of the sky and the earth, the magnificent picture scroll is slowly laid out, the majestic aura is vented, and the drums collide with incredible sparks, surging. The earth is crushing towards the soul.

Trembling. Trembling.

In a trance, as if to see the mystery and depth of the universe behind the stage, the endless dark end hides the mystery and danger of the bright stars, Ronan’s soul spreads its wings on the song, frees itself from the shackles of the world, bravely and fearlessly Soaring towards the shrine of lightning and thunder and meteors, wanton and carefree as if the sound of a hunting wind hit the eardrum, all the pores on the whole body were opened.

In the vast universe, human beings are so small, yet so tough, and the power of life bursts forth with an indomitable and pioneering edge.

He murmured unhurriedly, but let every step forward be so solid and firm, the roar above the eardrum slowly ebbs——

"I used to desperately just to hold you in my arms, but now I do my best to forget you, because I understand that you are inaccessible after all, so I walked out of this sky and fell slowly."

He was bloodied and scarred.

Exhausted and falling apart.

The blood hidden between the lines is dripping with a kind of tiredness and depression, but he did not let himself be dragged into the abyss by his ankles bound by the darkness, clearly "falling slowly", but still can feel the stubbornness and tenacity in the depths of the soul , A burst of despair burst out of despair.

Tragic, but persistent.

When the line of sight touched Ronan's bright eyes, the heart could not help trembling slightly, and the intricate mood continued to surge on the tip of the tongue.

Once, they witnessed the magnificence and magnificence of "My Devil", like a grand destruction, but the pain of tearing the soul burst out with a kind of pleasure.

Now, they have witnessed the majesty and vastness of "Splashing Mars", the magnificence of burning life spread out in front of them, and they kneeled and surrendered helplessly.

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Then, Ronan, who was alone in the center of the universe, raised his voice softly, but it was not a burst of release, but a gurgling flow, and the deep pain behind the disintegration was deeply felt in the murmur of chanting, clearly painful. At the extreme, the curvature of the corners of the mouth bloomed.

"You and I are one body, blooming like moths to the fire; you linger between the lines of my words, but now they are turned away."

So gentle and so sad.

So light and so heavy.

Entering the chorus part, the melody did not play an unconventional high explosion. Instead, it was completely washed out and escaped into peace, stripping off all the complicated decorations and embellishments, and simply, simply, and nakedly, opened the chest. The scarred heart was dripping with blood.

The melody, almost completely disappeared, only the piano keys entangled Ronan’s voice, gurgling and flowing, and the peaceful tranquility allowed the audience to feel every detail in Ronan’s singing, delicate and true, Majestic and majestic, just tearing the wound unreasonably.