Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 684 - 292: A Night of Firefly Dance, The Gentle Lament of Three Songstresses_2

muidima natru floer

Grant me peace as the flowers too sleep

marlu syzua

Enveloped in tenderness

The grey-furred rabbits dart through grass and shrubs, while deer with grand, curved antlers lie serenely in the grass, and birds with white wings glide slowly over the tips, circling the central great tree in flight.

aquli wisha hona krobola

The surface of the lake is like a mirror

nolr deear lilicafry

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Reflecting only serenity here

angyna nogas feloi sav vwie naliera

The lace of the beautiful night intertwines with the moon's embroidered threads

A droplet falls from the sky, landing amongst the grass and flower leaves, creating ripples, and then a small cerulean lake appears, with fish swimming in the moonlight's shimmering reflection.

nahats woulf rujee lusyefa

The soup in the pot over the fire

irihya colliu iin reaiza

Please set out the many dishes for me

The three Songstresses, hand in hand, approached the lakeside meadow, where a small flame arose amongst them like a campfire in the night. Seated around the fire, the Songstress in the orange dress gently plucked her harp strings, the Songstress with black hair softly sang with closed eyes, and the Songstress with emerald hair and white dress lightly shook the bells in her hand.

ig nizal ihya chroma inaa insyh ulya

The time spent with you was entirely unexpected

rophotnee ila gloke-shemna?

What are the streets and marketplaces like?

niya hyui maflo-katina anna halgo fala teailas

They must shimmer with light, utterly different from here

The Elf maiden who danced and twirled slowly approached the trio, and just as slowly, she sat down before the fire, as if to listen to the Songstresses' singing and music.

lisyul skaxi doula

Eager to know all manner of things

nicroo teina shye-fina?

What is this painful emotion?

malianie morisyulina aquni dellta

Chest tightened, tears about to spill forth

klosso sotto tieeas lu natiria?

From where does this sorrow and sadness originate?

The animals, which had been frolicking through the grass and shrubs earlier, gradually ceased their movement and gathered by the lake, listening to the musical piece woven by the three Songstresses tonight.

afugetis oclodea nolr gaoli ifuc lody iin ost rutt

Once touched, there is no turning back, but perhaps it lets me grow

pas syelia hyunan feloi chexna flotuo shemna

Creating things of beauty is part of people's lives

The quiet night unveiled every subtle emotion: the sound of the flickering flames, the otherworldly timbre in the ethereal voice, the delicate sound of insects leaping over grass blades—all so simple yet beautiful.

walsyuke casanola sonea rihyuimma

The Sun protected me when snow fell on the mountains

qualyia canal nyui crockennat

The first cries of the young animal, now living mightily

riulii shyanatu iin veainda

The branches stretch and sprint in all directions

eno clowlu danan floda inna iin veaindaila

Feeling the surge of life's force

The harp's tones circled back, melodies replayed, the song's graceful vocals, simple notes, repeated over and over yet never wearisome. Instead, they filtered out anxiety, relaxing listeners, continuously conveying the pure wishes within the songs, reminiscent of forgotten past dew and the fragmented sunshine memories, invoking nostalgia.

liriye felma lu bannida

Every day brings fresh scenery

gilti syaum li skailra orchelia luoif nooi

Incomprehensible speech and the strange instruments of shining gems held in hands

lisyul skaxi doula

Eager to know all manner of things

wiliam tolsyuket icontolie sutria doula

Being curious about interesting things

hyuno qualyia canal iin veainda

Come, descend upon the mortal realm, children

nyui crockennat liriye bannidal

Live mightily in the present, carrying new vistas on your back

As the song concluded, although the three Songstresses had stopped singing, it seemed as if the music still echoed in the ears. This feeling of slowly departing from that beautiful fairy tale left one dazed, as though a mere ten minutes were as long as a century. Immersed in that world, there was an impending sense of loss and unwillingness to part.

Not just the hundreds of thousands in the audience, but also countless households in the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain watching the finale tonight have felt the influence of the evening's performance, captivated by the wonderful songs, reluctant to leave that fairy-tale world, as if not wanting to shatter a pure and beautiful dream.

Are people strong? Yes, they should be firm and powerful.

Are people fragile? Yes, they also have moments of weakness and tears.

It is because of this softness in heart that the hard shell standing guard becomes especially strong and sturdy, for it has something worth protecting.

Decades of hustle and toil make one gradually forget what they once wanted to protect. It might be a girl glimpsed in childhood wonder, an insignificant pride overlooked by others, dreams once imagined then forgotten, or simply the desire for a stable place to live.

The residents of Four-leaf Crystal, too, have been gradually tainted and numbed by worldly matters, becoming accustomed to pain, taking everything in the present for granted, and losing all illusions about the future. Yet, what has always been should not imply correctness.

Fragments of forgotten memories resurface, past images and histories slowly reveal themselves, and a beautiful world that once existed is redrawn.

In tonight's performance, the dream and fairy tale shown in the chorus of the three Songstresses flitted about like fireflies in the night sky, igniting and blossoming in countless hearts. Although currently only a seed, this inadvertently planted seed will always subtly remind one that if… such a future were possible, things might be drastically different.

The tiny fireflies flicker and converge, the small voices amass into a grand symphony. Since they have risen to sing, this is their will, their wishes, the fiery sea of their burning passion.

The era has come, like a bone-crushing wheel, charging forward.

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The Winter Festival Grand Competition has ended, and this year's event was particularly unique. Whether it was the emergence of new names and figures during the competition, or the chorus of the three Songstresses at the closing ceremony, people talked and reminisced.