Never Die
Editor: Atlas Studios
"Sigh, the heavens don't agree with me. Forget it, forget it… It's just a pity for this peerless genius. Sigh…"
The old artist shook his head slightly and looked at the dark street with a lonely expression. He felt an indescribable pity.
However, the old artist was very happy that the sisters were so young, and that the child knew how to sing opera at such a young age and liked opera.
The biggest difficulty of opera was that it was not liked by the young people of the current era. Now, it was slowly being accepted by the young people. The old artist was not only happy for himself, but also for opera.
It really warmed his heart. Looking at the moonlight from afar, the essence of the country would never die.
The night was seductive, and the stars were whispering.
The full moon emitted a gentle moonlight on the horizon. The evening wind rose and stirred the hearts of the passersby.