Who is playing the exciting sound of the piano again, who is lamenting the scarred heart, and who loved vigorously in the innocent years?
"You see it or not, you read it or not, you love it or not..." Once upon a time, those calm words made the young man's heart flutter slightly.
The cold moonlight shone on the ground, and the ethereal music suddenly sounded, low-key, lonely, and even more reborn from the ashes, generous and dripping tunes, the girl sang softly, and the fragrance of the blooming years quietly bloomed...
The fallen wings and the strings of pseudo-angels began to play, sad and miserable...