He would always sit by the window of the cafe on rainy days and tap the tabletop with his pianist's hands.
I am a new waiter. When I serve him coffee without sugar, he will always say "Thank you, be careful of scalding" gently.
Until one day, he stopped showing up, but left a black umbrella and a note: "Please keep it for me until the next rainy day."
Three years later, I saw a huge poster of his in a concert hall. The introduction read, "Genius pianist returns to commemorate the third anniversary of his blindness."
I really cried watching it