Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 826 - 36 The First Album ’Voice of Silence
The light of the projector lit up in the dark room, like the start of a vintage film, with screens full of various grains switching one after another, gradually entering a countdown.
When the last digit flashed past, the screen switched, and a light plucking of the guitar sounded, accompanied by faint sighs in the background music.
In the continuously shaking screen, gray-white walls, old desks, and the silhouettes of students facing away or from the side flashed by, with only a dark-haired girl sitting silently in the corner.
The music kept transforming, and within the guitar's melody, the singing female voice was ghostly and plaintive, filled with sadness and loneliness, and although the rhythm was lively, there was an ever-present sense of decay and helplessness.
"At the seat in the corner of the classroom, it's like looking at an unchaste, corrupted cat."
"As I thought, I can't do it myself."
"Basically, I don't want to trust anyone anymore."
...
The camera slowly zoomed in, outside the window of the dark-haired girl, students of the same age were running and playing, while only she sat motionless in the corner, forming a stark contrast with the colorful colors outside and a dim silhouette in one corner.
"Though I did what I'm relatively good at, still in 'the first step', I seem like a person about to fall."
"No matter when, I always,
don't overly expect of myself."
...
The camera changes again, the girl still sitting in the corner, and then a few girls targeting her surround her in that corner, their words and expressions like sharp shrieking birds, mocking and playing with everything about the girl.
"Because I can't do it myself.
I and you are different, I can't genuinely smile from the heart."
"I really want to sing freely, even now I still remember the piano,
but I am still bound by those accusations."
...
The melody constantly revolves, again and again, the same scenes playing out over and over until school ends, with the classroom empty, the wall decorations and paper on the walls old and damaged, and that dark-haired girl still sitting in the corner, never stepping out.
"As if everything has vanished until the end of this world"
"As I thought, I'm still no good."
The screen gradually darkens, this song filled with decay and loss slowly comes to an end, it doesn't have a twist or a change like common songs or stories, the entire song is like a gradually sealing heart falling slowly from the sky, everything around becoming colder and darker blue, and finally losing all brilliance.
There is no redemption, no salvation, no solace, only that final sigh.
The tape inside the dark room slowly rotates, that projected screen turning into a snow-white screen with grain, and then slowly enters a countdown again.
When the last digit flashed, the screen switched, and the piano sounded.
Sky-scrapers stood tall, the lights on their tops especially dazzling, occasionally colorful Hover Cars and airships flying by, and below the high buildings and skyscrapers, the streets were so dim they were almost unclear, and countless silent figures walked among them.
One of the figures paused slightly while crossing the street, looked up at the sky, then lowered their head and continued forward.
The screen gradually extended in the direction they were heading, which was the entrance to a company, inside there were countless desk cubicles just like grids, and figures wearing the same uniform as them, orderly like robots, immersed in a gray background, continuously moving back and forth.
As they walked towards the company, singing also sounded in the background.
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There's no particular goal
The dream is just a stable old age
There's nothing I really want to do
If I have to say something, is it youth?
"It's just a bit of bad luck"
"It's just not enough time"
I find myself always saying
those kinds of things
"Hate just being a small cog"
"Want to do something only I can do"
Only idealistic views seem pompous
Afraid of what people would say
Even anonymous opinions can't be expressed
Looking down on people who live seriously
Why am I so worthless
Ah ah lowly lowly lowly me
Life isn't really equal
When someone like me disappears
Nobody will cry for me
Ah ah ugly ugly ugly life
Really want to disappear right now
Really want to vanish like a mistimed snowflake
"Whoosh" like that disappear
"What exactly is a 'friend'?"
Under a facade
Boringly socializing
Laughing like an idiot
"We are good friends, right?"
"Tell me if you have any troubles, okay?"
I heard someone laughing alone in loneliness
Hey, if at the other end of the mirror
There is a completely opposite planet
There probably is another me over there
Looking at myself reflected in the mirror
That girl laughed out loud
Then thought in her heart
"People unworthy of living should hurry up and die"
Ah ah dazzling dazzling dazzling you
Life isn't really equal
It looks like happiness over there
But in the end, it's the same as here
Ah ah filthy filthy filthy world
Really want to disappear right now
Really want to vanish like the flame on a birthday cake
"Hang in there, okay?"?
"Don't give up"?
"You can't give up, okay?"?
No, that's not right
The wish is very simple and cheerful
Just hoping that the future me
Will not commit suicide no matter what
Ah ah beautiful beautiful beautiful fireworks
Life isn't really equal
When the world seems filthy
The filthy thing is actually my eyes
Ah ah foolish foolish foolish me
Really want to disappear right now
Really want to vanish like the last fairy wand left
