Whose new love is she? Whose old love are you? None of it matters.
And you and I, like the black and white keys on a piano, are destined to come together. Without each other, the movement of life would not be complete.
So, please give me your advice for the rest of my life.
The story of a piano student and piano teacher, the ending is he.
Ps. The new writing style is bad, light spray!
