Flower, Not the Thorn | Original Xianxia Song (Spirit Stone)

Описание: There is no greater art form in the cultivation world than "Pig Acting as a Tiger." She entered the Sect Selection with simple robes and a "weak" constitution. The Young Master thought she was an easy target for his mockery. He didn't realize that the only reason she was trembling was that she was trying not to laugh. This is asong for the underestimated protagonists who love the masquerade almost as much as the victory.

If you were hiding your cultivation level to bait an opponent, what "trash" disguise would you use? The crippled beggar? The library sweeping monk? The lost village girl? Let us know in the comments!

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-- LYRICS --

Jade-white pillars kiss the clouds
Lost inside the hopeful crowds
Adjust the sash on simple robes
Bite my tongue and hide the globes of inner light
That burn so bright
Just for tonight

I wear a smile that’s soft and meek
Let them think my spirit’s weak
Let them see a harmless girl
Lost inside a bigger world
I’ll play the part, a work of art
A fragile, beating, mortal heart

The first array is just a breeze
A simple test to put at ease
The ones who’ll fall before the dawn
I trace the lines and stifle a yawn
A flicker of gold, a story told
Barely a fraction of a hundredfold
What I hold

I hear the whispers, "What a shame"
"She'll never make a worthy name"
"Her Qi is thin, her roots are poor"
They don't know what I have in store
I just nod and look afraid
The perfect little masquerade

Here he comes, the chosen son
Convinced the race is already won
A peacock in his silk brocade
The sharpest sword, the finest jade
He points at me, a casual slight
"You should give up and flee the light
Save yourself the coming fight"

He spits a name I should have feared
A clan whose legend is revered
He says I stain this holy ground
Without a single, worthy sound
I look him in his perfect eyes
And sell the most convincing lies
With trembling lips and tearful sighs
Oh, what a fun surprise

And you thought I couldn't? That's cute
You thought I’d crumble at the root?
You saw the flower, not the thorn
The quiet calm before the storm
You built your stage of pride and might
And didn't see me dim my light
So I could be the one to end your night

Oh, you thought I couldn't? That's sweet
This little victory must feel neat
But watch the foundation start to shake
For one colossal, dumb mistake
A whisper of a breeze, a gentle hand
To crush the stone on which you stand
Brought a titan to his knees
Begging, "Mercy, please"

The air goes still, the crowd is stunned
The elder's jaw has come undone
I brush the dust from off my sleeve
There’s nothing left here to achieve
The inner sect is where I’ll be
Make sure you save the best for me

-- CREDITS --

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