From spring to winter, the memory gradually becomes blurred. One winter afternoon, Morven received a package. It is a thin book: "Sad Qin". The cover is a painting: a young man with angel wings, blood at the corner of his mouth, playing the piano with his delicate hands. The sun is shining slightly, and the boy's dream seems to be fading away. A note fell from the title page: "My paintings no longer have stories."
Concept: short story