After listening to Alice's words, I will feel deeply in my heart ... when the sad overture ends weakly, those shameful memories will be exposed. If I can, I don't want to recall and hurt myself to pieces.

On the Rhine, Beethoven's sad wandering, humorous music, tears left by Bonn.

In the gloom, my despair is quietly flowing, and the footsteps of death are getting closer and closer. I humbly begged death to take me away with tears of despair.

Write gorgeous music on the black and white keys, play Beethoven's sadness in the dilapidated piano room, and visit the gorgeous window of desire in the humorous street.

My life is only despair. I can't use any strength, but I can accuse the crazy desires in the world with dead eyes.

Small wooden boat, forgotten, leaving a hazy moonlight, unable to lament, whose mood is wandering, the ending is messy.