From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show - Chapter 720: We're All Going To Die (2)

Yeri stepped forward, her voice light and airy. It was enchanting to hear such weighty lyrics with the voice she was portraying.

“Now, I’m lying on the bed that I didn’t want to get out of.

That was in the past.

Now, the bed is my permanent home.

One that would last.

Was it too hard to bring back the before?

Was this all I’ve lived for?”

She spoke of regrets, of the moments one wished they could reclaim on their deathbed.

As she moved gracefully across the stage, it appeared she was planting invisible seeds. White, little butterflies flew across the LED screen, adding to the gentleness of her gestures.

The other girls followed her lead, their hands brushing the air as if tending to the seeds Yeri had sown.

Their movements were fluid, less like a rehearsed dance and more like a natural progression of actions.

It didn’t feel like choreography.

It was a story.

Yeri’s solo transitioned to the chorus, where all five girls joined their voices in beautiful harmony.

“Was this all I’ve lived for?

I worked hard for days and nights.

Yet, this was how it was going to end.

In the bed, all alone, with no one to hold.

With no one to turn to by myself.

The light is getting closer, yet I don’t want to go.

Who knew that life would be this shallow?

We’re all going to die, that I know.

But what is the use of the plants that grow?

When I will leave it all behind…

I will leave it all behind.”

The contrast between their cheerful delivery and the longing of the lyrics was striking.

Each girl brought her own unique tone to the harmony, blending perfectly to create a sound that lifted the audience to a cold yet comforting place.

Almost like they were standing at the gates of heaven themselves.

As the second stanza began, Ara took center stage.

She gracefully sat on the ground, her movements deliberate while the other girls encircled her.

Their presence was like rays of sunlight nurturing a fragile seed.

Ara’s voice carried the same blend of sorrow and reflection that characterized the song.

Her eyes were closed as she sang to the fleeting nature of life—the question that lingered when time was running out.

“I’ve planted seeds,

I’ve watered them,

I’ve waited for the harvest,

Only to see everything taken away.

The land, the sunlight, the water—

All gone, leaving me in nothingness.”

The other girls moved around Ara, their movements synchronized yet organic. Their yellow costumes shimmered under the stage lights, creating a surreal effect. The audience could see the metaphor of life and death, growth and decay, playing out before their eyes. The contrast between their bright costumes and the somber lyrics only served to deepen the impact, making the performance unforgettable.

When the chorus came around again, the harmony was even more powerful, the voices of the five girls melded together with a sense of longing and inevitability. The audience could feel the intensity building and the emotions of the song reaching their peak. It was as if the girls were singing not just with their voices but with their hearts and souls.

“Yet, in this death lies the essence of life.

Would life hold meaning without death?

The plant grew, it served its purpose,

Its absence does not erase its worth.”

The light-hearted bridge followed, offering a brief rest from the emotional intensity of the performance. The girls’ voices lightened, the music becoming more whimsical yet still retaining that undercurrent of sadness. It was a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there can be light and hope.

“Now, I see the light,

I’m ready to go.

The light is the one I’ve been looking for my entire life.

Now, I understand.”

“Would life hold any meaning

Without the certainty of goodbye?”

Mei sang the particular lyric while looking at June.

June held his breath, feeling emotional. He rarely cried during performances. Heck, he only cried during their performance because he got something stuck in his eyes.

However, it felt like Mei was singing those words to him.

He was going to leave soon…

“The plant, it grew, it blossomed,

In the sunshine and the rain.

It served a silent purpose,

Even as it faced the end.”

The bridge continued, its melody softer and more tender.

On stage, it appeared as if the invisible seeds Yeri had planted earlier had finally flourished into a full-grown plant. A gentle wind effect swept across the stage, causing the flowy yellow dresses of the girls to sway. The audience was entranced by the sight, the delicate harmony of the girls’ voices blending perfectly with the gentle movement of their dresses.

The softer bridge allowed the girls to sing in unison once more. June had devised this strategy, knowing that while individually the girls might struggle with their vocal foundations, together they created a sound that sounded full.

“So why do we have to die?

To give our lives a frame,

To cherish every moment,

And find meaning in the same.

Life is not just in the living,

But in knowing it will fade.

It’s the love we share, the memories,

In the light and in the shade.”

As the last chorus approached, the music shifted, now imbued with a sense of hopefulness that contrasted with the song’s somber themes. The instrumental layer became increasingly simple, almost minimalist, allowing the girls’ harmonies to shine even more. They danced in circles, their movements light and joyful, smiles gracing their faces as if the protagonist’s inevitable end wasn’t tragic but rather a natural, beautiful conclusion.

“The plant grew and served its purpose,

In its beauty and its grace.

And though it’s gone, it leaves behind

A truth we can embrace.”

This transformation from sorrow to acceptance resonated deeply with the audience. Despite the tears streaming down many faces, there were smiles too. The performance conveyed a profound truth: life was beautiful precisely because it was finite.

In the fleeting nature of our days,

We find a precious truth.

Life’s value is in its passing,

In every moment, in its proof.

In this final breath, I whisper,

As my soul begins to soar,

“Life’s a journey to the light,

And now I’m home once more.”