"Life requires a little passion. This piece of music explains the power of life vividly. It is tragic and elegant, sad but also strong!"

"Suddenly I want to cry. In this song, I heard what Han Sen wanted to say. Only when people are always grateful can they grow better! Damn Ukrainians and Warsaw people, look at how you put your genius What has Han Sen been forced into!"

At this moment, the whole audience was extremely excited.

Although it is not a familiar piece, I have never even heard of it.

Although it is a piano piece, it is not a song.

Although Han Sen suddenly started playing without any prelude, it did not prevent countless people from feeling the difference in this piece of music the moment the piano just started playing.

During the performance of the music, a few Ukrainians watching the performance in the auditorium from all directions in the concert had a slight change on their faces.

Only those who have experienced war know how much pain war brings to people.

The music seemed cheerful, but to the ears of these Ukrainians, it seemed even more tragic.

It was as if the scrolls, with smiles and tears in them, were being slowly pushed away.

In the sunset, what is reflected is the battlefield of blood, tears and dust.

Under the ruins, a boy lying on the ground with a gray face raised his head and looked at the soldiers holding swords and guns...

Some Ukrainians raised their heads and closed their eyes. They felt only a trace of warmth in their eyelids, and then tears poured down like a waterfall.

When Han Sen opened and closed his hands and struck the keys quickly, the sound that fell to their ears was also as fast as thunder.

There is lightness and sadness in the music.

Oppression and explosion coexist.

Its sound is like a roiling river, continuous and endless!

The huge sadness, panic and tension quickly unfolded in the noisy stadium...

Han Sen's playing became increasingly swift.

Amid people's wide-eyed gazes, the climax of the entire piece came quickly.

When his hands flew rapidly on the keys, historical pictures seemed to unfold in front of everyone.

Under the sky, heavy rain poured down, and it was difficult for people to see the scene three feet away.

However, danger is everywhere.

The shells cast blue-gray light in all directions.

In the visible world, the fields are shaking and the world is shaking.

The explosion of the missile caused a small town to bloom like a volcano.

Bullets flew through the air, and screams resounded in the dilapidated streets.

At that moment, rain and night coexisted, and all the high-rise buildings and exquisite buildings were razed to the ground by the war.

A few days later, in the ruins destroyed by the war.

An unknown white flower is swaying in the wind...

May world peace!

…

When Han Sen played the last black and white key, the whole place fell into silence.

People's pores stand upright.

The exciting tune seemed to be still echoing in my ears.

The shock in everyone's heart was only realized at this moment.

The person in charge of the stadium, Charles, also opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at the group of Chinese people on the stage.
Chapter completed!