Ennuo looked at Chopin who was having difficulty breathing, and reached out to wipe away the sweat on Chopin's face. He said, Chopin, why do you exist? Why do I exist? Enno wanted to cry, for these unreasonable sorrows and jokes. Chopin struggled to grab the hands caressing his face, and then the corners of his lips raised, and he said Ennuo, you exist to meet me, and I exist to play Chopin for you who meet me.
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