Tristan and Isolde

A vague feeling that he is my beloved.What he knows is the complete me.Without memory, I am another person.This kind of me is not qualified to be loved by my former friends. Schumann took a deep breath—he hadn't uttered such a clear and logical sentence for a long time.

"...Alas." Bach sighed again, and pressed Schumann's head.A burst of light flickered in his hand, and it took a long time to disappear slowly, but upon closer inspection, this light ignited the flame of reason in the patient's eyes. "With my ability, I can only continue you for another 10 minutes. Let me ask again, are you ready? Are you really going to the atrium? Back to the human world? You won't remember that you were Robert Schuman Everything!" There was a trace of unbearable in his voice.

"I can't let Joh waste all his energy on a deranged, uncontrollable waste. I still hope that he can spread his talented wings like a musical angel, but I am his drag. Gentle as him, put all All my talents are transformed into how not to stimulate my caution, which just stimulates me." Schumann coughed lowly and smiled. "This... I can't stand it. And not only him, but also Phil, Mr. Bach, you... and everyone, I love everyone so much, I don't want them to be like me, I can't bear it not become strange pain."

Bach reluctantly unchained him.

"Why bother?" / "Is it worth it?"

Mendelssohn and Bach spoke at the same time.

Schumann fell unsteadily on top of his best friend and smiled. "I want Joh to see me in good health and with outstanding musical skills, so that I am qualified to be his teacher. Please also help me tell my friends, just say that I have traveled far - don't let They worry about it.”

"If it fails?"

"How is it possible, John? How could a person with such a persistent belief have his wings taken away by a mediocre demon? He will definitely use the sharp blade of his talent to break through the barrier of this level and return here - this symbol A capable Gotterdammerung. Don’t you think so, Roots?” Without waiting for Schumann to answer, Mendelssohn broke his gentlemanly etiquette for the first time—he patted Bach on the shoulder hard, and the voice was extremely reassuring calm and firm.The patient looked at his best friend, smiled gratefully, and his purple eyes radiated brilliance.

"I am satisfied with this answer! I hope you go back and pack your bags, my dear Felix." Bach looked very happy.He took Schumann's thin body with force, and whispered to Mendelssohn. "You must be willing to communicate with Johannes about the great deeds of our ancestors for a long time-I think the 3B theory proposed by Mr. von Bülow is very good."

Mendelssohn understood almost immediately.He took off his woolen coat and draped it over Schumann's wet body, and as he set out he thought about how to divert Brahms' attention as much as possible while moving back to Schumann's house.

"You will revisit the Atrium," began Bach's formulaic announcement, "with the memory removed and another mortal misery to mend your broken spirit. You will become a musician. Yes, you are still Compositional practice is required. Remember your name. You are George Gershwin."

"Vonder Bahrebiszur Wiege (from the grave to the cradle)..." Schumann's consciousness gradually became distant, as if he had turned into a green carp in a pond, dragged by algae stalks and aquatic plants, and half of its fin was broken.

In the end, Brahms returned to the attic that originally belonged to Schumann and settled down.Mendelssohn moved back, and he started a life of unexamined, lonely struggle with the notes on the piano.What he didn't know was that after Gershwin passed away 39 years later, he and Schumann would meet again.He never even heard that Schumann's last words were——

"Fahrwohl, duschone Welt!"

Goodbye, this beautiful world.

The author has something to say: The characters are heavily OOC + the plot is heavily dog ​​blood series.

I never thought that what I wrote could be so miserable... The portrayal of the characters is very bad, but unfortunately I have no time to change it.

Not long ago, I voted this Shubo to the school club, hoping to sell a few copies of Amway.

正在写《雨之歌》，这将是一篇舒曼的日记，讲述1853年10月1日--1856年7月29日的故事。

I originally planned to publish the diary written by Schumann after he came to Ragnarok, but after thinking about it, I thought it was not appropriate.So forget it.

The story of Brahms and Gershwin ("Carnival"), stay tuned.