He was standing on the stage, his sleeves full of water and his eyes smiling. A graceful and gorgeous coloratura captivated everyone's eyes. But there was a person standing behind the crowd, looking at him, quietly and slowly shedding the only tear in his life.
I still remember that the years were quiet and the piano and harp were singing harmoniously. Little did they know, it turned out that what the King of Hell had written in one stroke was eternal separation.