In a trance, I returned to that afternoon. The girl with bright eyes and white teeth was playing the piano under the tree, and the young man in smoky blue clothes was dancing with a sword, with a bit of unruliness in his eyebrows.
The picture is gradually stained with the color of the years. A pair of beautiful men are still playing the piano and sword, but they no longer have the bright colors of the past.
A fleeting scene ends up in vain.
Sorry... And, goodbye...
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