21

I had never played this song in public, or rather, I hadn't played this song since my parents died. I lacked courage, and for me it was a way for my subconscious to escape reality.

This could have been the last lesson I had from them and so I treated this song as a parting gift for them. By offering my precious memories, I hoped he would remember that they had me as a teacher for some time.

This piece of music. Photograph by Ed Sheeran.

The song was engraved in the depths of memory. How many memories did my mind change; Memory of my mesmerizing notes on that man's piano and his voice screaming. "Little girl." Played in my head.

I closed my eyes and allowed my fingers to take control of the keys as the music flowed from my piano, just as the author flowed from his.

I remembered the title of this piece in hindsight. Photograph of a particular person. And it just passed, at that moment a gust of wind swirled around us during our Youth, but after a while, it blew away. I had remained in t