Music is an old friend for me.
A friend whom I can talk whatever to.
A friend who helps me heal the wounds.

I started playing piano when I was five.
Yes. I fell in love with it at the moment I met it.

And when I heard the voice for the first time, I felt that I would die for it.
I dreamed there would be one day,
one day that my fingers could dance with the  keys.

That was the purple touch.
I touched them with curiosity but also fear.
Then I began to know it.

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