This performance: the music ends, the audience leaves.
Solo, ensemble: a chaotic yet orderly performance.
Opening theme, main theme, closing theme: the three parts of a show’s soundtrack.
And I’m just an interlude, not the main tune...
This is only our duet. Next time, I’ll play my solo...
The music ends, the audience leaves...
I’m still me, and you’re still you,
But we no longer exist...
Notes are the bricks of a castle.
Measures are its walls.
Music is its final form.
Notes, measures, music... a solo.
One piece, two performers.
That’s a duet for two...
Two pianists, one piano...
Simple chords, and a lovely song from the two of us...
Yichu is a beginner. I welcome any suggestions, so please feel free to offer criticism. But if your comment is malicious, please leave Yichu a little peace and quiet.
A short story in eight movements,
a simple story about two simple people.
A little angst at first, then lighthearted.
The writing may be a little amateurish,
so please forgive me...
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