WHITE ALBUM2

A song drifted in, carried by the cold wind’s embrace— It matched the guitar I played in the music room steeped in twilight. It echoed the piano someone played in the room next door. And then, from the rooftop, a voice rang out. High and clear, like the chiming of bells, weaving the three scattered melodies into one. It all began in late autumn. When someone fell in love. We were all giving our everything. We were all pressing forward, driven by feelings we couldn