The night was dark, and the moonlight was bright. This was no longer an artificial field, but a forest with the aura of nature. The sound of insects could be heard faintly, and birds spread their wings. The freedom of flying and the passion for the love in one's heart. There was no need for a strict rhythm or melody, no need to deliberately show off gorgeous skills, no need for the slightest good tone, just the feeling in the heart to drive the speed and weight of the fingers, playing this piece freely.
'Dripping ...'
The fine rain suddenly fell.
The cold touch woke many people up.
"It's raining ..." Such murmurs continued to echo.
"Quickly hide ..." A boy had just shouted when the girl beside him glared at him. shut up!
After a small area of exclamations, it unexpectedly quieted down very quickly. What was even more surprising was ... Not a single person left!
