"Vois-tu, mon enfant., désormais,
listen to the child, from now on
celle que tu as perdue sera dans chaque note que tu joueras.
What you lose will appear in what you play In every note,
Elle sera ton soufflé et ton soupier.
She is your breath, your sigh
Cet amour est précieux, car il est eternal.
This love is precious because it is eternal. "
He can only play because he met her There was a sighing piano sound, and he heard her say that she had no impression of him at all. He could only be confused, and he was confused as to why the next piano should be played.
The artist is stubborn. For decades, he has been playing his violin with a heart that firmly believes that he and her always love each other. He plays for her and for love.
Knowing that he had discovered that her grandson was the same age as his children, she had already "walked far away", leaving him alone at a loss.
Ridiculously sorrowful and desperate.
She is a calm woman, she will give up her love bravely, she will marry with a smile, even if she is old and still crying in the sound of the violin, but she can maintain her life, she lives for herself, this That's why she could only deny it in the end but hid on the street corner and wept bitterly.
She loves him, but she knows that love cannot ruin her life.
He has a wife who loves him, and his feelings for her may not even count as life, but will die.
There has been a woman he believes can make him happy in his life, and everyone else has become a general.
The sad thing is that the people he thinks are reluctant love him deeply, and he is happy like a girl because he rarely praises his delicious plum chicken.
She began to love him when she was a girl, knowing that her sprout was consumed by his ruthless life. But when she remembered him again, she would put down her ponytail like a housewife, she would take off the eyes that she wore as a math teacher, and squinted to the mirror, like an innocent girl who was going to meet her sweetheart. But the person on the cusp of her heart is dying for another woman.
Even if she didn't throw his violin to pieces, he no longer felt the joy of playing. His love is dead, and there is no room for recovery.
She cried and apologized on the side of his bed and apologized. She blamed herself and regretted her guilt. But his death has essentially nothing to do with her.
He was selfish and never let his wife escape the shackles of "self-blame" in the end. He lives for love and dies for love, just like the sound of his piano.
She is pathetic and blind, so stubbornly pursuing an artist whose heart has been tied up to death by another woman, her decades have been wasted for him.
He did not thank him.
The true love in Plum Chicken has long been missed in this life.
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