See Through Love, See Through You

See Through Love, See Through You.

Lyrics: Song Dao; Composition: Song Dao; Performed: Song Dao!

The evening party organizer, chatting with a pretty girl backstage, caught the song title on the monitor and froze for a moment.

At the same time, a faint murmur drifted from the auditorium ahead.

The Youth League official felt a flicker of panic.

Frowning, he asked, "Where's the review team? Has anyone heard this? Is the song okay?"

The title was way too direct!

Wasn't this begging for a performance disaster?

The performer was a composition student—writing a catchy hit might be tough.

But a song meant to trash someone? That was easy!

"Secretary Liu, we've heard it. The song's fine..." a male student said cautiously from the side.

The pretty girl chatting with Secretary Liu chuckled lightly. "It's probably just a heartbreak love song. Shouldn't be a problem."

Then a guitar chord rang out. As the accompaniment kicked in, a young, clear voice rose.

[You put on the new clothes he bought]

[Your smile is just as sweet as before]

[From now on, in your world for two]

[Someone has replaced me forever]

The melody flowed smoothly, the timbre was excellent, the voice rich and magnetic.

It had a distinct identity too.

Unexpectedly... good!

Everyone, onstage and off, was taken aback.

Just moments ago, it wasn't only the Youth League Deputy Secretary Liu backstage who worried; the school leaders seated in the front row also had a bad feeling when they saw the song title.

Even the students in their seats instinctively assumed it was a revenge song.

Even a decent intro couldn't shake that guess.

But the moment the first two lines came out, everyone perked up.

Putting everything else aside, at least it sounded good!

[I should have seen this ending coming]

[What you wanted, I couldn't give]

[Watching you drive off in style into the distance]

[Leaving me alone, drenched in the rain]

Onstage, Song Dao stood clean and neat, his voice equally clean and magnetic.

There wasn't much sadness on his face; he just focused on strumming the guitar strings, singing each word earnestly.

Below the stage.

A senior-year male student, who had been grinning and enjoying the show, suddenly stared blankly at the lyrics scrolling on the big screen.

His smile slowly faded.

It stung a little.

Two months ago, his girlfriend had broken up with him.

She'd said outright that her family didn't approve and had already set her up with a well-off civil servant. After graduation, she'd go back for a blind date...

"Sorry, babe, I really can't handle the pressure from my family."

"Even if the blind date doesn't work out, my family won't let us be together..."

The guy blinked hard.

Yeah. What you wanted, I couldn't give.

The auditorium fell silent, everyone immersed.

Some watched for entertainment; others saw themselves.

He wasn't the only one whose smile vanished fast.

Many girls grew quiet too.

Some remained unbothered.

Choosing a better life—was that wrong?

The school leaders and faculty in the audience turned serious.

These days, few people still put heart into writing songs. Originality was often just a gimmick.

Besides the veteran gold-medal songwriters who had long been famous, the entire industry found itself in an awkward position.

The era of hit songs pouring out one after another was gone for good.

If covering a classic old song could make you an internet celebrity, who would bother spending time and effort writing original songs that might not even blow up?

Some teachers savored Song Dao's lyrics and melody, surprise gradually spreading across their faces.

It wasn't that this song was so incredible it moved them.

It was that only three days had passed!

Some of them had seen the gossip about Song Dao's breakup, but they hadn't taken it seriously.

This kind of drama wasn't rare—not just in a music academy, but anywhere.

Love losing to money was nothing new.

They couldn't control this social phenomenon, but they understood music!

A song born from heartbreak like this could never have been written during a passionate romance.

Many students were also stunned.

Especially that line—"Watching you ride off in your little car, carefree and far."

It was clearly just written!

Quite a few of them had seen that photo too.

So this guy named Song Dao had taken only three days to create a song with such high completion, rhyming lyrics, and a catchy melody?

People couldn't help lifting their heads to look at the slim, handsome boy on stage.

By now, the chorus had arrived.

With a good voice and the Versatile Voice buff added, Song Dao barely exerted any effort. His calm eyes seemed to hold a faint trace of sorrow and helplessness—

[In this heartless world, a heartless you] [You turned love into a transaction of gold] [No more bending over backward to keep you] [Let tears wash away the traces of love we hold]

[Memories are a tormenting thing] [Thinking too much leaves you weak and cold] [All the past turns into a sigh] [Seeing through love, I've seen through you]

As the chorus ended, the entire auditorium fell silent.

The school leaders and teachers all wore strange expressions.

This song... how to put it?

It was decent!

From a professional standpoint, from composition to arrangement, even the rhyming lyrics, the completion was high.

Especially in this era when countless insiders were shouting that music was dead.

A young music academy student, writing a heartbreak love song like this in three days?

Actually, it was pretty impressive!

It was just the lyrics...

Negative energy?

Not really.

It was the kind that: cursed, but didn't seem to curse.

No swear words, no banned terms at all.

It was purely an outpouring of deep emotions.

It vividly portrayed the reason for this failed relationship!

And it criticized this social phenomenon.

Even those who hadn't heard the gossip would understand what had happened to this young man.

The students below didn't care about any of that. Except for a few "mirror-gazers" sitting in dazed silence, most faces were excited.

Song Dao was awesome!

No one was stupid. Under normal circumstances, how could he write a song like this for his girlfriend?

Using this to confess? Was he crazy?

So this was definitely his three-day creation!

No wonder people said love was the catalyst for inspiration.

Those accomplished senior lyricists and composers effortlessly craft love songs, creating countless classics.

They must have quite rich romantic experiences, right?

Many people have already pulled out their phones to start recording.

No one expected that a graduate's original song—neither the opening nor the finale—would be so complete, moving, and emotionally full.

They all had a feeling: this song, paired with the story that just happened to its creator, might blow up!

As the chorus ended, Song Dao strummed his guitar again.

Advanced technique meant he didn't need to show off; it came naturally and smoothly.

Those who truly knew their stuff narrowed their eyes.

Teachers skilled with instruments looked puzzled—they'd known he was talented, but when did his guitar get this good?

On stage, Song Dao repeated the lyrics once more, adding emotional progression and elevation.

The original host was, after all, a composition student; his handling and understanding of the song might not be masterful, but it was at least solid.

His voice wasn't top-tier, but it definitely met professional singer standards.

The key was its high distinctiveness.

That was incredibly rare!

"Our composition department has been hiding a little expert held back by love?" a teacher couldn't help muttering.

"Can't say held back—if he hadn't been in love, he couldn't have written this song! Maybe our Central Conservatory is about to produce another impressive young singer-songwriter!" someone nearby replied.

The song ended.

Song Dao stood up with his guitar, gave a slight bow to the audience, then bowed briefly toward the band in thanks.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

There were whistles and shouts of "Awesome!"

Some deeply moved even stood up involuntarily, clapping hard with red-rimmed eyes.

Musicians are rich in emotion and strong in empathy.

Those with similar experiences felt a pang of bitterness.

Struck to the heart.

Song Dao had sung their feelings!

Even couples deeply in love were touched, holding each other's hands.

Their gazes were firm.

Silently declaring: our love won't be defeated by money!

So many were infected!

For those with similar experiences, the impact of this song was devastating!

Song Dao remained silent, carrying his guitar backstage.

He nodded slightly at the Youth League leader and the pretty girl.

The original host knew the girl; her name was Kong Xi.

A junior, she'd already blown up online.

She'd been invited as a guest.

Originally scheduled to close the show, she'd volunteered to sing in the middle.

To everyone, that was humility and low-key.

Deputy Youth League Secretary Liu Tong looked at Song Dao and smiled. "Good song. Keep it up."

"Thank you, Secretary Liu."

This song was mainly to give the original host closure.

Just as he was about to leave, Kong Xi suddenly called out, "Senior Brother, mind adding me on Carrier Pigeon?"

Song Dao was slightly startled, then nodded. "Sure."

He took out his phone; they scanned codes and added each other as friends. Then, under many complicated gazes, he left.

Some had already realized that no matter why Song Dao created such a critical, heartbreak song, he might be about to blow up!

At that moment, the host's voice came through, two degrees more enthusiastic than usual—

"Thank you, Song Dao, for that heartfelt performance. Next up, we have our junior, the currently viral original singer Kong Xi! She'll bring us her hit song, My Cat Can Do Backflips! Let's give a warm round of applause and welcome Kong Xi!"

The auditorium erupted in laughter, followed by very enthusiastic applause.

This young woman might not yet be the pride of the music academy, but she was already a benchmark in countless students' eyes.

Kong Xi took the mic from a staff member and walked briskly to the front stage.

A male student watched her back and couldn't help muttering sourly, "What's so great about a tasteless pop song trashing an ex-girlfriend? Even if the ex was wrong, a real man should reflect on his own problems. This is just classless. And Kong Xi actually added him..."

No student responded to his words—most people's values were still normal.

Secretary Liu glanced at him and said, "If you could also create a highly complete, catchy heartbreak song in three days, Kong Xi would add you too."

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