Sailub didn’t know what was happening backstage, but he estimated that everyone was in a panic, and the stage design and lighting had come to a standstill.
The stage was dimly lit, only revealing the silhouettes of the three members of Asperatus and the outlines of their instruments.
It wasn’t until Thanapon started singing that a beam of light fell on him.
Cold and white, like the dim light of the moon. It made his voice seem as if it were coated with the cold tones of moonlight.
“At two in the morning, standing on this old street
Watching the lights in front gradually extinguish
I step into the long night
Going to a rendezvous without time or place
The wind howls on the 17th floor of the high-rise
The long night seems boundless
You take a leap downward
Making the most decisive farewell of your life
Do the rustling tree leaves
Know the feeling of the cold wind piercing through the body?
Does the sun and moon hiding behind the clouds
Remember bidding farewell to you?”
As soon as Thanapon started singing, it felt like the surroundings had suddenly emptied, as if being in a deserted alley at two in the morning.
Sailub could almost imagine Thanapon standing on Atsadang Slope Street, emptying his mind every night while watching the row of streetlights extinguish.
In his mind, many scenes flashed by in an instant, from the night at the music festival when Thanapon drank beer with his head tilted back, to the night after the first recording session ended, with Thanapon standing in front of a cold noodle stand leaning against a motorcycle, smoking.
Thanapon’s voice was very distinctive, not the kind artificially created through technique, but one that carried a sense of a scarred story within the tone, easily evoking empathy.
The main part of the song didn’t have too complicated arrangements.
The electric guitar, with its slightly melancholic and slow melody, took the lead.
The drums and bass were gradually added in, like the slow rise of a tide, slowly engulfing people in a thick emotional atmosphere created by the instruments, until they found themselves suffocating without realizing it.
When it reached the interlude, the drums and bass suddenly erupted, like an overwhelming torrential rain, with the dense drumbeats resembling gusts of wind hitting one’s face.
They intertwined with the sound of the electric guitar, creating a heavy and violent atmosphere of sorrow.
This gradual and increasingly intense rhythm and melody had formed an impenetrable sound wall by the time of the chorus, with nearly roaring vocals enveloped within it, like a trapped beast rampaging, desperately seeking an exit.
“Why is there always disparity in fate in this world?
Some live passionately,
Some live despicably,
Some lives are full of thrilling details,
While others end in the cold December.
I pray for this beautiful world
To collapse in this silent long night,
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TO SHOU WITH LOVE
FanfictionA reckless and prepared to sting instrumental performer (gong) x a gentle and mature mentor (shou). On Sailub Hemmawich's twenty-ninth birthday, his friends in the circle organized a small birthday party for him. Outside the window, the sound of ra...
