The tune is very old, it is a folk song that was played on a loop in alleys and shops more than ten years ago. The gentleness is wrapped in an inextricable sadness, like a bird entangled by invisible silk threads, struggling to flap its wings, but still unable to fly out of the sky.
Zhou Duhan leaned against the cold wall, his fingertips curled up unconsciously, and his joints turned white. He looked at the thin figure on the piano bench, and there was a sentence that kept repeating in his heart.
She will probably be trapped here for the rest of her life.
Purpose: I hope my article will be popular when I wake up!