One of my bones has turned into the flute in his hand, but in order to help him play the last song in the world and complete the most perfect score in his heart, I turned a head of black hair into the strings on his pipa and guqin.
I am a monster, and I stubbornly try my best to help him compose the most beautiful music in the world. We do not want to admit defeat, and the ridicule and sarcasm of my fellow monsters still seem to linger in our ears.
Intention: falling in love with the shell of a monster