Who said that the melodious sound of the piano is melodious and empty? I don't like this statement. It is too hasty. When I pluck the strings between my fingers and let the notes fly in the air, I feel neither empty and lonely nor helpless in reality, but the straightforwardness of the music also shocks me. Only one person knows its joys, sorrows, sorrows, and the melody played by one person. No other person can accept it completely without modification. The touch of the soul down to the subtle changes. Every string of notes is original and can only be listened to once.
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