The organ played in the wind. Blue sea.
The love, hatred and hatred of the three time and space are layered on top of each other through this blue melody, vivid and vivid.
You can hear the illusion in the sound of the piano, but you can't hear the intrigue and fighting in the sound of the piano, and you can't hear the indifference and distance in the sound of the piano. Only that period of vigorous and dissolute youth can transcend the dimension of time and merge with the sound of the piano to become immortal.
He didn't believe in love at first.
She didn't believe the world at first.
He didn't believe in the diaphragm at first.
At first she only believed in loneliness.
These four people, in the misty and distant time and space, connect the world with their faith. Therefore history must be rewritten. Mountains and rivers will last forever. The passion must be strong.
In the church under the setting sun, the blue organ played again. Sounds and colors flow slowly, continuing a different kind of legend...