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知音

坐在房间里，轻轻的琴声跟着懒散的午后阳光洒进房里。

想用大提琴回应可是还来不及开口对方就停止了。

不知到他到底想说什么。

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The world exist not in black and white but in an array of greys; from light to shadows. And through the light and shadow, I tell my stories.