Viviana's life has gone through many ups and downs, and now it has finally come to an end like everyone else's.
These stories have drifted away like the wind, and one day people will forget everything, but there will always be people playing Chopin's music, where love, or other great human emotions, will live longer than you, me, our Mr. Roman and Miss Viviana. As long as there are still people performing these works, this story will never come to an end.
Idea: Perhaps it is as Einstein said, time is an illusion, and there is a deep gap of time between them. But when she reached the seventy-fifth year of her life, the gap finally seemed to be nothing.