["Lord, grant them eternal rest."]
What kind of music is filled with divinity yet is profoundly sorrowful.
Mozart's K626, "Requiem."
Chapter Two: Kyrie- "Lord, have mercy."
"..."
Gan Yanyu closed her eyes, focused entirely on playing the cello.
In the complex fugue, her technique was impeccable, but the timbre felt mechanically precise and cold. The fast passages lacked fluidity, more like gritting teeth to persist.
After a forte in the high register, Gan Yanyu's shoulder trembled slightly uncontrollably, only to be forcibly suppressed by her.
A drop of sweat trickled down from her temple, dripping onto the body of the cello.....
Pain.
Too painful!
At this moment, the accompaniment of voices seemed like a haunting chant of death.
The enormous shadow of death and a heavy sense of fate enveloped the hearts of every audience member.
No one spoke, their hearts already overwhelmed beyond words.
"Thunk."
Steven stared at Gan Yanyu, his heartbeat sunk heavily for a beat.
