The middle-aged singer looked surprised.
"Oh... ah... thank you," the singer said, "I composed the song myself, in memory of my hometown's little river."
Gongsun Ce gestured towards the church entrance: "What bad luck."
"It's commonplace, that's how this city is," the singer shrugged, "They don't really know what they're doing. They follow trends, exclude dissenters, quarrel over things unrelated to them, treating others' interests as their own."
"You see things clearly."
"My main job is in the internet industry," the singer chuckled, "The priests are relatively better, they're at least honest. But if I stay there, the priest will start babbling about the holy texts and labor again..."
Ariel asked earnestly: "Do you think this is how a sanctuary of music should be?"
The middle-aged singer paused, speaking with a dreary tone: "Miss, it's not different from other places. People only care about what they 'should' care about, few are interested in songs."
