[Golden Strings] Mechanical Rhapsody～inflexible Rhapsody～

In the first month of the lunar month, the eight-fold cherry blossoms are in full bloom. A petal fell onto the piano case in his hand. He stretched out his hand to twist it up, and rubbed it vigorously at the tip of his nose, squeezing out the water contained in the thin petals, but he still couldn't smell a trace of fragrance. --Yes. This world is inorganic and hypocritical——