Lin Zhi, an art student who is deaf in his right ear, always thinks of his mother's smashed decanter when counting the falling cherry blossoms. Until she met Shen Xingyan in the abandoned piano room - the boy who played the third measure of "Moonlight" wrongly. There was a bleeding bandage wrapped under his white shirt, and there was a never-ending rain in his silver-gray pupils.
He taught her to trace the scars with Prussian blue, but he hid the fluoxetine tablets that slipped from his sleeves; she completed the rests on the score for him, but caught a glimpse of the paint marks and burns on the back of his neck in the cherry blossom rain. When the violent piano keys are stained with blood like camellias, the recording hidden in the hearing aid, the love letter on the cover of the piano cover, and the "Moon Tangled in Chains" in the art room have all become the most painful footnotes of youth.
"Listen, does the sound of falling cherry blossoms sound like the noise in a hearing aid?"
"Look, the shape of my blood spread on the bandage is more suitable for painting than the starry sky?"
This is a conspiracy that uses scars as paint. Amidst the clouds of campus violence and the torrential rain of rich family secrets, two broken souls use piano keys and paintbrushes to copy the shape of light on each other. It wasn't until one dusk when Shen Xingyan's white shirt was forever frozen in the peacock blue dusk that Lin Zhi read the words on the back of the last page of his music score:
"Let my left eye be the 1341st cherry blossom falling from your right ear."
——When the moonlight rusts the keys of the piano, there is still the immortal spring taking root in our flaws.
Intention: All pain will eventually be tempered in the resonance of the soul to create the aesthetic light of life toward death.