The witch walked alone in the rain, holding a small umbrella and humming a little song. Just like that, in the smoke and rain, the path in front of me seems to have no end.

"The world... It's really deserted. The witch suddenly stopped her cheerful steps, and the expression on her face became gloomy, like a sky full of dark clouds.

Pouting unhappily, the witch closed her eyes, and everything around her gradually stirred together, changed again, and spawned.

The rain is still rain, but the witch's umbrella is long gone.

Feeling the soft lapping of the spring rain, the witch slowly opened her eyes.

In front of me is a small Chinese-style pavilion with an old piano in the pavilion. The witch walked briskly to the small seat by the piano, carefully and gentlemanly lifted her skirt and sat down.

Fingertips skimmed over all the keys, and the witch looked at the score with a deep meaning and smiled faintly.

In a moment, the melodious sound of the piano spread throughout the whole world, and in the company of wind and rain, it seemed more bleak and quiet.

The witch played with emotion, her body slowly swaying to the melody.

As everyone knows, the notes have already penetrated her heart.

- Music is always my best thing to talk about, because it is loyal and does not betray.

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