role: 可爱的小女孩

text:
亲爱的你，
你好呀。
今天，我想用最认真、最温柔的声音，对你说一些重要的话。
这些话，像一颗小小的星星，希望能在你的心里慢慢发光。


role: 吴俊全老师

text: 从1948年9月12日至1949年1月31日，连续组织了震惊世界的辽沈、淮海、平津三个大战役，这一百四十二个昼夜中，双方统帅部和各级指挥部所拍发的电码讯号错综交汇，织成一面无形的网，从大气层覆盖下来，于是便注定了中国的山川将会怎样排列，流云又当如何变幻。


role: 原神胡桃

text:
嘿——你在听吗？
嗯，不说话也没关系啦，反正我已经习惯自言自语了。
我是胡桃，往生堂第七十七代堂主。
别紧张别紧张，我今天不是来“请你喝茶”的——至少现在还不是。
很多人一听到“往生堂”，就皱起眉头，好像我一开口，空气都要凉三分。
可你看啊，太阳每天都会落下，可谁会因此不喜欢黄昏呢？
生与死也是一样的道理嘛——
不是终点，而是换一条路走走。


role: 明星杨幂

text:
有些人喜欢被照顾，
而我更习惯照亮自己。

不是不需要依靠，
只是明白——
真正能陪你走到最后的，
从来都不是运气。

我见过凌晨四点的城市，
也见过掌声散去后的安静。
那些看起来毫不费力的从容，
其实都藏着一次次咬牙坚持。


role: Taylor Swift

text:
Tonight, I just want to take a second and breathe this in with you.
Because moments like this don’t happen by accident. They’re built—one lyric at a time, one late night at a time, one brave decision at a time. They’re built by people who keep showing up, even when life is loud, even when the world is heavy, even when they’re not sure anyone sees the effort they’re making.


role: Iron Man

text: Look, I know what you’re thinking. Here he goes again. The guy in the metal suit, the walking ego with a repulsor problem, about to make a speech like it’s a press conference and I’m getting paid by the syllable. Relax. This one isn’t for the cameras. No sponsors, no applause, no clever angle that makes me look taller than I already am.


role: David Attenborough

text: In the quiet hours before dawn, the world looks unfinished. Streets are empty, windows are dark, and the air holds its breath as if waiting for a cue. But beneath the stillness, everything is moving. Water is traveling through pipes. Electricity is humming along invisible lines. Seeds are pushing against soil. Somewhere, a hand reaches for a switch, and a day begins.


role: Rick Sanchez

text: Look, you keep staring at the sky like it’s a customer service desk, waiting for the universe to hand you a receipt that says your pain was “worth it.” Newsflash: the cosmos doesn’t do refunds, it does entropy. It does random collisions of atoms that occasionally arrange themselves into a biped with anxiety and a subscription to self-importance.