[ His initial surprise at the quiet singing makes way for a sense of distant calm, something that lingers as he remains attentive to the lyrics:
"Fill my heart with song and let me sing forever more You are all I long for..."
The slight ache in his heart is gentle— far from resentment.
When the song trails off, he closes his eyes for a moment, and wonders who Ai Thao is singing this for— if for anyone at all, of course— and he hopes that fate will deal her a kind hand, that her life will grant her happiness with someone to hold her hand through it. ]
A beautiful song. [ He says, simply, when he feels it's appropriate. ] Did you write it?
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"Fill my heart with song
and let me sing forever more
You are all I long for..."
The slight ache in his heart is gentle— far from resentment.
When the song trails off, he closes his eyes for a moment, and wonders who Ai Thao is singing this for— if for anyone at all, of course— and he hopes that fate will deal her a kind hand, that her life will grant her happiness with someone to hold her hand through it. ]
A beautiful song. [ He says, simply, when he feels it's appropriate. ] Did you write it?