Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

``` Two days later, the lively scene of the Winter Festival evening gala. Teams of girls, playing the role of fairies from the forest, flew across the evening sky with their wings spread, showering the venue with a myriad of petals from the baskets in their hands. Inside the venue, fireworks and celebratory rockets rose, illuminating the stage with brilliant sparks, where women in gilded dresses spun around, sometimes lifting their skirts and bowing, other times twirling, resembling large, golden flowers blooming and folding on the stage. Then, a horse-drawn carriage, led by forest deer, slowly made its way across the sky. The ancient wooden carriage was adorned with wreaths of frozen green branches and leaves. On top stood a veiled woman with silver-purple hair, accompanied by animals of the forest such as squirrels, snakes, wolves, and others. They clustered around the woman, who held an orange lantern in one hand and spread out her other hand, from between her fingers fell countless snowflakes. The customs of the Winter Festival celebration originated from a folk legend of the Third Era. It's said that in the winter forest, there lived a silver-purple-haired witch who wandered in the snow, barefooted, with her head crowned with frozen green branches and leaves, followed by various animals. This witch possessed the secret to eternal life, and once a mother, carrying her child, fled disaster through the winter night. At the brink of despair, she encountered the witch and begged her to save the child in her arms. The witch then bestowed the child with a blessing to never die from the cold and told the mother that the child would become the last King of Rime. With that, the mother closed her eyes in peace. Although most stories bear marks of embellishments, people of that time still believed in the legend, hanging wreaths of frozen green on their doors during the winter to seek the blessings of the witch. Over time, the origins of the Winter Festival were gradually forgotten, but the celebration spread and became more popular. Perhaps it was because winters are indeed harsh, and it's a time when families rarely have the chance to gather together. People needed this festival to relax, reflect on the year's experiences, remember the past, and look forward to the coming new year. The delicate tinkling of bells rippled from the passing carriage, filling the gala venue with a festive atmosphere. As the dance concluded, celebrities from various realms within the Star Domain took the stage to offer their blessings. Then came the songs presented by stars, occasionally accompanied by outdoor rating entertainment programs, with the hosts interspersing short variety segments and jokes to liven up the mood. Finally, the gala reached its climax in the latter part. It began with Prin Coco's performance of "Striking the Red Flames," which ramped up the atmosphere to its peak, followed by a chorus of children, roughly aged 10 to 12, some playing instruments. Although immature, their presence still felt beautiful. After a quiet transition that followed the finale, the audience's mood gradually settled. At this point, the lights on the stage dimmed, and subsequently, a golden crescent moon slowly rose, reflecting its golden light on the stage. A girl in a white dress with golden leaves stepped onto the stage. First, a slightly upbeat melody began to play, followed by soft humming from the girl that allowed her voice to slowly blend with the song. Then, the simple yet fitting piano accompaniment began, along with the singing of the first lyric. Fly me to the moon Take me to the moon And let me play among the stars And allow me to frolic among the stars Let me see what Spring is like Let me see what Spring is like On Jupiter and Mars On Jupiter and Mars In other words, hold my hand! In other words, hold my hand! ... Fill my heart with song Fill my heart with song And let me sing forevermore And let me sing forevermore You are all I long for You are all I yearn for All I worship and adore All I worship and adore In other words, please be true! In other words, please be true! ... Fill my heart with song Fill my heart with song And let me sing forevermore And let me sing forevermore ``` You are all I long for You were all I longed for All I worship and adore All I worshiped and adored In other words, please be true! In other words, please be true to me! In other words, I love you! In other words, I loved you! In other words, I love you! In other words, I loved you! ———— Without too much hubbub, untainted by worldly thoughts, that era had just emerged from the shadows of war, and the emotions after much suffering were so genuine and simple, making them nostalgic and endearing. Just like the figure you fancied when you were young, even though their appearance and name have grown blurry, that faint impulse and nervousness, that sweet sourness within greenness, ultimately became the most beautiful memory. When the song ended, the audience was immersed in those faraway and crystal-clear emotions, with countless people recalling little things from buried memories, those days of running and laughing on the playground, those boisterous yet mutually forgetful figures. Although time can no longer be turned back, and today's world can't be forced back to that naive and youthful era, this initial song still retains the pure and beautiful wishes of that time, undiluted and clear dreams. Humanity took steps like a baby learning to walk, gradually venturing out of Earth, the first time they set foot on the surface of the moon, playing this song on the moon, fulfilling childhood bedtime fantasies. This kind of sentiment is hard for those accustomed to an interstellar society to grasp, but it doesn't detract from its greatness; even today, thousands of years later, when people once again find themselves within the song, returning to that simple and unpretentious world, they still indulge in this sensation and nostalgia. This isn't a false emotion, otherwise, it wouldn't elicit such a strong resonance, but in reality, an environment overly fixated on profit and commerce makes people unwittingly sink into it too deeply, struggling to realize that in the pursuit of certain things, they are slowly being defined and alienated by them, forgetting their true selves. "I don't want to accuse anyone, nor do I want to forcefully state my case, because everyone has to face the difficulties of life, various troubling issues, but I hope that in your battles, you don't lose your original selves, for such a victory would no longer be a victory, but another form of surrender," As the evening party was about to conclude, the host asked Tilan why she chose to sing this extremely ancient song, and she pondered for a moment before slowly expressing these words. Although no one was scoring, there were no thunderous applause or screams overturning the venue, but in this quiet auditorium, a gentle and full emotion slowly flowed. What fragmented light fell into my vision, Making tears condense, What vicissitude melted into my heart, Making breath halt, That tiny boat of time rocked and swayed, Carrying your memories and yearning, Disappearing into the distance, Never to return again, ... What fragmented light fell into my vision, Making tears condense, What vicissitude melted into my heart, Making breath halt, That tiny boat of time rocked and swayed, Carrying your memories and yearning, Disappearing into the distance, Never to return again,