Taking stock of healing the world and making the protagonist cry in depression

The sound of the piano has changed again.

The sudden change from this brings peace to everyone.

The gentle sound of the piano seems to be unbearable to touch and break.

It’s like a spring breeze in April, and it’s like a warm breeze blowing gently.

The famous piano teacher in the audience was shocked after hearing this performance.

If only the chaotic cacophony ended.

Everyone will only think that Arima Gongsheng is already a fallen genius, a genius abandoned by music.

But the sudden arrival of the sound of the piano contains the feelings.

There is a huge difference.

The performance has changed again. ’

At first, it was as mechanical as a computer, and it was played according to the score accurately. ’

Halfway through, he was like a crying child, tapping the keyboard with brute force. ’

That posture is now like a spiral heel that changes three times. ’

What happened to him? ’

The change was so unusual that it was as if there were three people playing. ’

In the audience, the performers and teachers were shocked by this moment.

Ikawa Emi, who saw this scene.

I was already attracted by this performance.

Not only is the performance different, but even the artistic conception of the sound has changed. ’

From the previous pain, it became gentle. ’

The sound of the piano burst into light. ’

In that light, the once sunflower-like scene is hidden in the depths of the heart, and what emerges is so unforgettable.

In the spotlight.

Arima Gongsheng was immersed in the performance, but there was relief.

There is ease.

The performance was interrupted. ’

‘Defeated. ’

It’s like some violent and savage guy. ’

‘But… Words that have spoken to you. ’

Like stars falling from heaven. ’

‘The sky you look up at alone is as creepy as if it will swallow you. ’

The starry sky that he looked up with Wataru seemed uncertain. ’

The starry sky that Tsubaki looked up at was shining endlessly, but it was a little uneasy. ’

What will the starry sky look up with you like? ’

‘All I need is you. ’

‘Just having you is enough. ’

He thought like this, and responded to the feeling in his heart like this.

Flashing lights.

Dots of light wafting from the sound of the piano.

Warm points of light like spring wafted throughout the recital hall.

What kind of emotion is this?

A faint smell of chalk.

The windows were covered with unsightly cracks.

The voices of the sports community crept in from afar.

The shadow of cherry blossom petals.

Soft, gentle snoring.

It’s like a kitten.

A petal that has gone astray.

The worst first impression.

A girl who likes her friends.

What is conveyed is probably such a feeling.

Listening to the incredible playing, countless people seem to see the vision in their hearts at this moment.

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loved ones.

Joy and sorrow all bloom at this moment.

Everything that has been experienced, is responding.

‘It’s really… Is it the one who has a horse? ’

‘What’s going on?’ If you can’t hold back, you’re going to cry. ’

‘I’m probably old, right?’ Whenever I hear this kind of dedicated performance, I can’t suppress the sadness in my heart. ’

Everyone listened to the performance and finally saw it.

The girl who received her heart heard the sound of the intruding piano.

I clearly heard the young man’s words.

You are in my heart. ’

‘In my heart. ’

Free music, free sound.

The emotion that music can convey, and the sound of the piano can convey this emotion.

In a trance.

It was as if there was a cherry blossom tree standing on the stage, next to the piano.

Fluttering, flying, the pink petals.

Finally, the last sound fell.

The boy bowed to the crowd.

It’s time to leave for the curtain call.

At this moment, few people slowly reacted from that artistic conception.

But… Don’t know what to do.

“That…”

“That’s right, clap your hands…”

Few people reacted, patting gently.

However, the sound was very small, as if it couldn’t bear to break the moment.

“What’s going on?”

“That’s a good play… Still doesn’t play well…”

Anyone in this situation will be overwhelmed.

How should this performance be evaluated?

The moment I got up and was ready to leave.

A slow thumping sound came from his chest.

The feeling that came from the mouth of the heart quickly invaded the whole body.

What a feeling.

People can’t bear to leave, people can’t get up.

This lingering rhyme in the body, this rhyme hidden in the venue.

It’s changing….

Indescribable feeling.

Just like the young man’s face that never regrets.

Teenager on stage.

Looking at the audience like never before, his posture was upright, and he was no longer as cowardly as before.

Because, he has what he thinks in his heart.

‘Is it silent?’ ’

Think about it, too. ’

‘Playing in a mess. ’

But all I need is you. ’

Has this intention been reached? ’

It’s good to get it on. ’

He looked out into the audience.

Where you can’t see it, in that audience.

A girl with tears streaming down her face.

Long pale yellow blonde hair.

Sparkling eyes.

There was a happy glint on his face.