The shadow of pianist's fingers
Cuddling the white keys
The rhythm inspires my fingers
To dance on the white sheet:
The first time when I saw ya
You were reading Romeo
Then your eyes found me
And your hands hugged me
Keys kissing the fingertips
Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si
Nice bitter smell
Wet streets of my memory
Hand in hand running
To the everlasting cheer
Gazing into your eyes
To take the eternal kiss
A glass falls down
My fingers get cold
Everyone sighs
The lights black out
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