With thousands of spectators in the audience, Meiko vaguely seemed to be walking gracefully under the affectionate swagger of daffodils. When the stage came on, she took a deep breath and came to the piano. The gentle Adagio was as gentle as the years before her setbacks. Suddenly, Allegro burst out, like autumn leaves rustling withered on the street, and like the cold wind raging in the wilderness in the middle of winter, making all the listeners feel cool in the hot summer and cheering up... Her superb skills attracted countless admiring glances...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
