He changed Tiwat

Is this... love?

Wendy smiled as she looked at Han Fulai, who was breathing slightly heavily.

The young man had no idea how powerful his song was—he had just unleashed a spell on the thousands of audience members present.

All spirits in the wilderness are led by the wind.

It is not the wind that guides all spirits, but the words of the wind god.

Moreover, just as Han Fulai used the bet as an excuse and Lisa used favoritism as a cover, Wendy's act of getting Han Fulai to help him obtain the "Sky Harp" was also a disguise. His real purpose was only one thing—to get Han Fulai to participate in the competition and to test Han Fulai's Word of Power.

Teachers place the greatest emphasis on individualized instruction.

The old man next door didn't send his successor here for a real vacation. In Liyue's style, it's called a "government-sponsored study and inspection trip abroad"!

On stage, Marvin and Mara held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes.

“You have come, my dear Mara.”

“Oh, Marvin! How could I abandon you? No matter what your father thinks of us, my love… is as solid as the ice at the source of Clearspring…”

"No, Mara, your love shouldn't be so cold..."

"No, I mean, my love will transform into sweet spring water to nourish you, whether it's a thousand years... or ten thousand years..."

“Oh, Mara! My love for you is like the eyes of a falcon on Eagle Beach…”

"No, Marvin, your love shouldn't be so cold and heartless..."

"No, I mean, I don't want you out of my sight even for a moment. If anyone tries to take you away, I'll make them taste my sharp claws and beak..."

“Oh, my Marvin!” The girl said shyly, gazing at her lover. “No one can take me away from you. Our love is like the dandelion growing on Cape Oath. Even if it is scattered by the wind, its vitality will not be extinguished.”

"Dandelion seeds will fly to all places and take root and sprout... Sooner or later, they will cover the entire Teyvat!"

Han Fulai, who had watched the couple's confession from the VIP seats, rubbed his cheek. Now he knew where this up-and-coming poet's inspiration came from. His teeth were practically aching from the sourness... If someone speaks like this all the time, it's hard not to become a poet.

He even felt that if Mara had participated, she would probably have been even more difficult to deal with than Marvin…

Marvin held his lover's hand tightly and pulled it to his heart.

Amidst the pounding of his heart, Marvin uttered the most important words of the day:

"Mara! Will you marry me?"

Not only Marvin, but also many audience members were looking forward to this moment.

Mary responded to Marvin with a kiss:

"I am willing!"

Although they were without family by their side and without a gorgeous wedding dress, this couple truly came together at this moment, on this holiday that belongs to all lovers in Mondstadt.

For them, every day is no different from "Badminton Festival" as long as their loved ones are by their side.

Amidst applause, Wendy once again played his lyre:

"I thought once how ancient shepherds had sung

I wonder what kind of singing style ancient shepherds used.

Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,

Only then can we clearly convey all the sweet and precious hopes—

Who each one appears in a gracious hand

Those elegant, heavenly melodies lingered in the air.

To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:

It is a treasure left by our ancestors to future generations, regardless of age.

And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,

As I immersed myself in this ancient melody,

I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,

Before I knew it, my mind was filled with emotion and my eyes welled up with tears.

The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,

Scenes of joy and sorrow replaying themselves.

Those of my own life, who by turns had flung

The theater that connects fates

A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware,

It was like a dark cloud enveloping me.

So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move

When I burst into tears, caught off guard

Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;

Suddenly, a mysterious shadow swayed behind me.

And a voice said in mastery, while I strove, --

He grabbed my hair and yelled at me:

'Guess now who holds thee?' – 'Death,' I said. But, there

'Guess who grabbed you? Tell me!' I struggled to answer, 'Death?'

The silver answer rang, -- 'Not Death, but love.'

But a silvery echo reached her ears: 'It's not death, it's the beginning of love.'

This is a sonnet in iambic pentameter from Barbatos himself, a sonnet sung live by the "God of Poetry," and also his blessing and gift to this "disciple."

Although Wendy had only heard Han Fulai recite a few Shakespearean sonnets at the competition, she had already learned them!

Not only did he learn it, but he also completely captured the essence of Shakespeare.

The final line, "Not Death, but love," perfectly encapsulates this grand celebration in the name of love.

Han Fulai clapped softly and also composed two lines in response to Wendy's congratulatory poem:

"I ask this world: what is love on earth

What is love in this world?

That binds the lovers up in life and death?

They would be willing to die for each other.

While everyone's attention was temporarily focused on the newlyweds, Wendy patted Han Fulai on the shoulder with a grin and whispered, "When you get the 'Sky Harp,' remember to find me under that big oak tree outside the city."

Han Han's Badminton Festival Concert Setlist

Someone asked me for the full lyrics to the classic Chinese songs that Han Kuo-yu sang at the badminton festival. They are attached below:

The English version of "Red Rose":

Stuck in dreams that I cannot wake from

I dream of a dream I can't wake up from.

Wonderful is it good to say

Red Line, under house arrest

All excitements' turning into the pain

All that remains of stimulation is the pain of exhaustion.

There's nothing left to gain

No longer indifferent

Trying to escape everyday

When hugging you from behind

Please turn your sorrow face away

What I was really looking forward to was her face.

Getting rid of the fakes

It's really ironic.

How can I say, hope it's not too late

I don't quite understand, but I desperately want you to.

Is happiness too light too severe

Is happiness too light to be heavy?

Overused care turns into demure

Overuse causes no itching or pain

Fully ripe, appearance unclear

Ripe, red, and hollow pupils

finally drained but no end to reverse

Finally emptied out, finally ended without a conclusion.

What's unattainable forever stirs

What you can't get is always in turmoil

What's favored are fearless self-assured

Those who are favored are fearless

Red of roses, vulnerable dream hurt

The red of roses is a dream of being easily hurt.

Holding in hand yet slips through the fingers

It was held in my hand but slipped through my fingers.

He disappeared

Another failure

The English version of "Ten Years":

Had my voice not shaken when I said so

If those two words didn't tremble

I would not realize my woe

I won't notice that I'm in pain.

Why did I struggle

How to say it

When I let you go

It's just a breakup.

If we never wanna see how far we'd go

If there are no requirements for tomorrow

Like we were on carefree travels

Holding hands is like traveling.

Either of us, I know

Thousands of doorways

Must first take flight or hit the road