A room, where the song continued.
By then, not only had Le Aige opened her eyes, some people had even stood up.
The lyrics were simply too good!
"Who says a hero isn't one if they're covered in mud?"
"Love for you walking alone through dark alleys"
"Love your refusal to kneel"
"Love you for facing off with despair"
"And never crying a tear"
"Love your tattered clothes, yet daring to block Fate's gun"
"Love how you resemble me, with similar scars"
"Is this ragged cape deserved?"
"Will you fight, fight with the most humble of dreams?"
"To those wailing and roaring in the dark night"
"Who says only those in the light are heroes"
As the chorus and its climax ended, the music returned to a slower pace; a kind of music that began with somber tones yet not giving up echoed.
By that time in the room, all twenty judges had stood up, some with flushed cheeks, some clenching their fists. Some were nodding crazily with the music and others had eyes that were red with restraint.
