Black and white keys, the hands that play them. Drifting through life... No matter how hard we try, we always lose something.
In the end, we can't find what we want beyond our devotion to music. Only when the whole world has gone dark do we realize that all we wanted was what we had already
lost. Can we find it again? Find the youth that slipped away within that eternal, unchanging melody.
You left me, and I can't find you. I can't find the feeling of first love that I once wrote down. Love drifted away and dissolved in the wind...
A lonely melody, a solitary performer.
Between the black and white notes, those blank memories suddenly turned into colorful stories. The truth is, people who devote their whole lives to black and white keys are very lonely.
Because they are lonely, they are aloof. Because they are aloof, they are doomed to become wanderers, forever at the mercy of fate...
