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Afterword: Youth is Fading, See You at the Next Crossroad,When the story reaches this point, its brilliance culminates, marking its completion. Any further depiction would only be superfluous.,In my mind’s eye is always a scene – an evening twilight at the school music building during perhaps my tumultuous final year of high school. On the top floor of the music building, in one of the practice rooms, a girl plays her violin against the backdrop of the setting sun; she creates beautiful melodies that encapsulate all joys and sorrows alike. I hope you could hear this music.。

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