Music is a kind of sustenance, a kind of sharing, and an art of controlling sound and time for me. Everyone’s playing style is like their fingerprints, and every moment of sound has its own unique DNA.
Recently, when I played Brahms’ Op.118 No.2, I felt the inner struggle, spiritual abundance, and avoidant personality of a Taurus boy. I like the harmony of this song and the vivid tone of the melody. This song has a sense of stopping at the right time, saying one thing and thinking another, pretending to be calm on the surface but with turbulent waves in the heart. What kind of love poem is this for you?
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