Many years later, he still remembered the man who traced a long path in his youth, the man with the golden silhouette. The autumn afternoon sun shone into the house through the window, turning the black and white piano keys and the man's sitting figure into a golden color. It was so bright that the young man could hardly open his eyes.
But the man was still sitting calmly in front of the piano, with his fingertips jumping. The soft and rippled sound of the piano filled the air in the light golden dust, looping over and over again, but the cycle of the same melody did not feel boring at all.
This is a beauty that should not exist in the world.
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