After the fluid and moving prelude, came the boy's soft chanting.
The beautiful lyrics and melody, the ethereal voice, accompanied by the pure piano piece, together constructed a wonderful illusion.
The feeling was as if all the troubles and worries of the present life had been abandoned, immersing oneself in a beautiful dream woven by the creator.
Awake on one side, sinking on the other.
And the boy playing the piano was the creator, who used those hands to dominate everyone's joys and sorrows.
The restless venue gradually quieted down, no one spoke anymore, everyone immersed in the musical world woven by the boy.
This was a folk-style tune, the boy's ethereal voice seemed to be slowly telling a story, the imagery vividly unfolding before one's eyes.
The eternally blue sky, large white clouds like cotton candy, the breeze blowing through the waves of wheat, wild geese flying to the end of the sky in the afterglow of the setting sun.
