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A composer, who lost his hand during an accident, decided to write the music for a solo given to a young prodigy dancer. A blossoming flower and an already faded flower. Music, which elegantly bloomed from dreams, that was saturated with passion and poisoned by jealousy. Can this melody connect their hearts?
One day, I was kidnapped. " What is it that you want?!" The kidnapper who hadn't responded strokes my face and finally speaks, "Something...you will probably hate."
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