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The rain is pouring down, but the candle in my heart will not be extinguished; the flowers have fallen, and I am not expecting the blame, so I welcome them hand in hand. The boy who witnessed his parents being killed at the age of seven has since fallen into the abyss from heaven. The smile he once had is gone. He sealed his happiness at the bottom of the box, buried his love for music in the abyss, and embarked on the road of no return that his parents had walked. A messenger from the music world stretched out his hands to him, pulling his sleeping musical soul, using the sound of the violin, calling his fingertips to dance with the keys, and using his splendid appearance to reach the harbor of his deep soul. At the same time, the "black bird" that killed his parents ten years ago spreads its sinful wings and comes again...