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Those years passed like this, and I seemed to see that childish child walking slowly, smiling in the wonderful piano music, playing in the dense old house, intoxicated in the drizzle, crying in the majestic cumulonimbus... The child grew up slowly, and the society gradually lost its tolerance for him, accompanied by a little helplessness and inexplicable sentimentality. The youthful years were radical in dreams and painful in throbbing, Struggling in tradition, shouting in anger... Fortunately, along the way, there are some people who accompany him by chance and because they have the same ideals... Literature and music, dreams and persistence, encounters and touches... The passion that bursts out in a moment often breaks through the confinement of reason, dancing freely inside and outside the wall, performing scenes of touching but ethereal persistence...
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