See Through Love, See Through You

See Through Love, See Through You.

Lyrics: Song Dao; Music: Song Dao; Performed by: Song Dao!

The gala coordinator, who was chatting backstage with a beautiful young woman, froze when he saw the song title on the monitor.

At the same time, faint murmurs of surprise could be heard from the auditorium out front.

The Youth League Committee leader immediately began to panic.

Frowning, he asked, "Where are the review team members? Have they heard it? Is there really nothing wrong with this song?"

That title was fucking direct!

Was this going to cause some kind of performance accident?

The other party was a composition student. Writing a hugely popular song might not be easy.

But writing a song to insult someone? That was ridiculously simple!

"Secretary Liu, we've heard it. There's nothing wrong with the song..." a male student said cautiously from the other end.

The beautiful young woman chatting with Secretary Liu chuckled. "It might just be a sad love song about a breakup. It shouldn't be a problem."

At that moment, a guitar began to play. As the accompaniment came in, a clear young voice rang out.

[You put on the new clothes he bought you]

[Your smile is as sweet as ever]

[From now on, in your world for two]

[Someone has replaced me forever]

The melody was smooth, the tone was beautiful, and the voice was magnetic.

It was also highly distinctive.

Unexpectedly... it sounded really good!

Everyone on and offstage was slightly stunned.

Just moments ago, the people worried about the title had not only included Deputy Secretary Liu from the Youth League Committee backstage. The school leaders seated in the front row had also felt something was off when they saw it.

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

Even a good intro could not stop people from making that guess.

But when the first two lines of lyrics came out, everyone perked up.

Setting everything else aside, at least it sounded good!

[I should have expected this ending]

[I can't give you what you want]

[I watched you ride away in Little Car without a care]

[Leaving me alone, soaked through in the rain]

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

There was not much sadness on his face. He merely focused intently on plucking the guitar strings, singing each word with care.

In the audience.

A fourth-year male student who had been grinning while enjoying the drama suddenly stared blankly at the lyrics scrolling across the big screen.

His smile gradually vanished.

The words suddenly struck him right in the heart.

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

She had clearly told him that her family disapproved. They had already introduced her to a civil servant with excellent prospects, and after graduation, she would return home for a blind date...

"I'm sorry, babe. I really can't withstand the pressure from my family."

"Even if the blind date doesn't work out, my family still won't agree to us being together..."

The young man blinked hard.

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

The grand auditorium fell quiet, and everyone became immersed in the song.

Some watched for entertainment. Some saw themselves in it.

That male student was far from the only one whose smile had quickly disappeared.

Many girls also fell silent.

Of course, some people were unimpressed.

Was it wrong to choose a better life?

The school leaders and teachers in the audience, meanwhile, began taking things seriously.

There were already very few people these days who still put real thought into writing songs. Original works were more often treated as a gimmick.

Other than those famous veteran gold-medal lyricists and composers, the entire industry had fallen into an extremely awkward position.

The era when great songs appeared one after another was gone for good.

A cover of a classic old song could make someone an internet celebrity. Who would be willing to spend the time and energy on original work that might not even become popular after being written?

Some teachers carefully savored Song Dao's lyrics and melody, surprise gradually appearing on their faces.

It was not that the song was so amazing it moved them to tears.

It was because only three days had passed!

Some of them had seen the gossip about Song Dao's breakup, but none had paid it much attention.

This kind of drama was hardly unusual, not just at the Music Conservatory, but anywhere.

Love losing to money was nothing new.

They could not control such social phenomena, but they understood music!

A song created after suffering heartbreak could never have been written during the height of a romance.

Many students also looked shocked.

Especially at that line—watching you ride away in Little Car without a care.

It had obviously just been written!

Quite a few of them had seen that photo too.

So this guy named Song Dao had used only three days to create such a polished song, with rhyming lyrics and a beautiful melody?

People could not help lifting their heads to look at the thin, handsome young man onstage.

By then, he had reached the chorus.

With a naturally good voice and the Versatile Voice buff, Song Dao barely seemed to exert any effort. Yet his calm gaze appeared to contain a faint trace of sadness and helplessness—

[Heartless world, heartless you]

[You treated love like a transaction for money]

[I won't humble myself to beg you to stay]

[I'll let my tears wash away the traces of our love]

[Memories are things that torment people]

[Thinking too much leaves you powerless]

[All the past turns into sighs]

[I saw through love, and I saw through you]

As the chorus ended, the entire auditorium fell silent.

The expressions on the school leaders' and teachers' faces were all rather strange.

This song... how should they put it?

It worked!

From a professional perspective, everything from the composition to the arrangement, even the rhyming lyrics, was highly polished.

Especially in this day and age, when countless people in the industry kept shouting that music was dead.

A young Music Conservatory student had written such a sad love song in three days?

Honestly, it was fucking impressive!

It was just the lyrics...

Were they too negative?

Not really.

They were the kind that said: he insulted her, but it somehow did not feel like he had.

There was no profanity, much less any prohibited language.

It was entirely an expression of the emotions deep in his heart.

It vividly portrayed the cause of his breakup!

It also criticized this social phenomenon.

Even people who had not heard the gossip would understand what kind of story had happened to this young man.

The students in the audience did not care about any of that. Aside from the few people who had "seen themselves in the mirror" and were sitting there silently in a daze, most wore excited expressions.

Song Dao was awesome!

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

Use this as a confession? Was he insane?

So he had definitely written it in three days!

No wonder people said love was a catalyst for inspiration.

Those talented senior lyricists and composers could write love songs with effortless skill, creating countless classics.

Their relationship experience must have been pretty rich, right?

Many people had already pulled out their phones and started recording.

No one had expected that an original graduation song, neither the opening act nor the finale, would be so complete and beautiful, with such full emotions.

They all had the same feeling: combined with the story that had just happened to its creator, this song might become popular!

As the chorus ended, Song Dao began playing the guitar again.

His advanced technique meant he had no need to show off. It sounded natural and fluid.

The eyes of those who truly understood music narrowed.

Teachers skilled with instruments looked even more suspicious. They had known he was talented, but how had they never noticed that he was also this good at guitar?

Onstage, Song Dao repeated the lyrics once more, building and elevating the emotion.

The original owner had, after all, been a composition student. His handling and understanding of songs could not be called flawless, but it was at least extremely solid.

His voice was not top-tier, but it had definitely reached the standard of a professional singer.

Most importantly, it possessed an extremely high degree of distinctiveness.

That was incredibly rare!

"Our composition department has been hiding a little genius held back by love?" a teacher could not help muttering.

"You can't really say love held him back. If he'd never been in love, he couldn't have written a song like this! Maybe Central Conservatory of Music is about to produce another incredible young Singer-Songwriter!" someone beside him replied.

The song ended.

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

A tidal wave of applause instantly erupted from the audience.

There were whistles too, along with shouts of "Awesome!"

Some people who had been especially moved even stood up involuntarily, their eyes red as they clapped hard.

People who played music were emotionally rich and highly empathetic.

Those who had experienced something similar were filled with bitterness.

Their heartstrings had been struck.

Song Dao had sung their feelings!

Even couples currently deep in love were profoundly moved, clasping each other's hands.

Their gazes met with firm determination.

Silently declaring: our love will not lose to money!

Many people had been swept up in the emotion!

For people with similar experiences, a song like this was simply too devastating!

Song Dao remained silent as he carried his guitar back backstage.

He gave a slight nod to the Youth League Committee leader and the beautiful young woman.

The original owner knew the young woman. Her name was Kong Xi.

She was in her third year and had already exploded in popularity online.

This time, she had been invited as a guest.

She had originally been scheduled to perform near the end as the finale, but she had taken the initiative to request a middle slot instead.

In everyone's eyes, that was humility and modesty.

Deputy Secretary Liu Tong of the Youth League Committee looked at Song Dao and smiled. "The song was good. Keep working hard."

"Thank you, Secretary Liu."

This song was mainly an explanation for the original owner.

Just as he was about to leave, Kong Xi suddenly called out to him. "Senior, would it be convenient to add each other on Carrier Pigeon?"

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

They took out their phones and scanned each other's codes to add one another as friends. Then, amid many complicated gazes, he left.

Some people had already realized that no matter why Song Dao had written such a critical sad love song, he might be about to become popular!

At that moment, the host's voice came from the front, two pitches more enthusiastic than usual—

"Thank you to Song Dao for that heartfelt performance! Next, we will welcome our third-year student and currently viral original singer, Kong Xi! She will bring us her breakout song, My Cat Can Do Backflips! Please give a warm round of applause for Kong Xi!"

A burst of laughter immediately rang through the auditorium, followed by extremely enthusiastic applause.

This young woman could not yet be called the pride of the Music Conservatory, but she had long been a role model in the eyes of countless students.

Kong Xi took the microphone from a staff member and walked briskly toward the front of the stage.

Watching Kong Xi's retreating figure, a male student could not help muttering sourly, "What's so great about a catchy song with no substance that slanders his ex-girlfriend? Even if his ex was at fault, as a man, he should reflect on his own problems too. What he did is so classless. And Kong Xi actually took the initiative to add him..."

No students echoed his words. After all, most people still had normal values.

Secretary Liu merely glanced at him and said, "If you can also create a highly polished, catchy sad love song in three days, Kong Xi will add you too."

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