During the few seconds of musical interlude, he suddenly pressed his thin lips closer to the red microphone, looking at the person walking towards him, and in a husky, smoky voice, he called out, "Olivia Lewis."
That single call quieted the gathering of thousands of people.
The music continued, and he fixated on the person in the arena, his hoarse murmuring continued, "How many times do I have to tell you
多少次我想告诉你
Even when you're crying you're beautiful too
即使你哭泣,你仍旧很美丽
The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood
哪怕风雨,无论悲喜,我都不离不弃
You're my downfall, you're my muse
你是我的彷徨,我的灵感
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
让我不能专心致志,却也是我的节奏布鲁斯
I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you
我停止不了歌唱,旋律萦绕在我的心坎
..."
Backstage was already in chaos.
The Director roared, questioning the Manager, "What is going on? Why didn't anyone tell me about this segment in the concert beforehand?"
