"Then let me ask you, what is the difference between piano music and singing?"
"...There's no difference, right? They're both music."
"Not so. Though both are music, instrumental melodies without lyrics and songs with lyrics but no accompaniment still emphasize different things."
Ye Chang'an shook his head, then plucked the strings and played a mournful tune before singing it in the same melody.
"My little Suyi~ You died so tragically~"
Qin Suy: "..."
It felt like this master was no good. Why did he keep bringing up her death whenever he felt like it?
Unhappy, she pulled a long face.
"See? You didn't make that expression when you heard that melody just now."
Ye Chang'an conjured a mirror for Qin Suy to look into, only for her to glare at him.
"Master, Suyi is a ghost now. Mirrors can't reflect me."
A real physical body and an illusory consciousness did not abide by the same laws. Embarrassed, Ye Chang'an dispelled the mirror and coughed lightly.
"Ahem. In any case, melodies and singing do not give listeners the same feeling.
Songs have lyrics, while melodies have meaning. Even with the same tune, the artistic conception they convey cannot be equated.
In terms of scope, the artistic conception of a melody can be limitless and ever-changing.
But the artistic conception of a song is constrained by its lyrics, placing limits on the listener's imagination."
"For example, before I sang that mournful piece, you might have thought it was mourning the dead, but you would not know whom it mourned.
It could have been Chaoyu, or it could have been Su Mei.
But after I sang it, you would only think it was you being mourned. Do you understand?"
Five hundred years later, Qin Suy found herself in another music lesson. She was