I think of the first time I saw her.

She was so dazzling, at the high school cultural evening.

She just sat quietly on the stage, her fingers dancing on the keys, black and white interlaced, playing music and singing softly.

Maybe I can't speak when I see you

I can never see the look in your eyes

Silence is cruel, love is absent

I want to speak, others sing

You two dance together, spin around

I stand by, quietly watching

As if someone spoke, speaking in your voice

When he reaches out to caress, someone sings

As for me in the dark, I suddenly realized that it was my pride that broke you

Although I don't want to, I still reach out

lead you to him

as old as ever

Maybe when I should have told, I didn't speak

My mind is strong, hold back my heart

My price is heavy, I can't bear to see you like this

He holds you in his arms and listens to the singing

I'll never love you, but someone sings

———Alguien Canto

The moonlight was really good that night, and there was almost no need for lighting.

It made her look like an oil painting.

That picture has been in my mind for a long time.

I am best at copying, but for the first time I desperately want to create. I want to keep this picture forever and pass it on to the world.

The singing is in my ears, echoing to this day.

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