Is it Schumann, the pilgrim, or Brahms, who is holding his tongue but not hurting? Season is lucky. In the short period of more than 20 years she has experienced, "Schumann" and "Brahms" have entered her life successively and accompanied her through different paths. She considers herself a selfish person, trying to kidnap all tenderness to avoid her restless and sensitive nature; she is a tacky person at the highest level, fearful when she should be bold, wanton when she should be cautious, extremely awkward and unwilling to be alone. Except for the small beating notes and the fluctuating channel sound of the radio station, what remains unchanged is "Schumann" or "Brahms"?
Purpose: Romance till death do us part