Home is the warmest piano room . I casually clip up my hair and squeeze in front of the piano with my little baby. His small hands rest on mine, and my melody slows down. What jumps out from the keys isn’t a tune, but the gooey, happy moments that belong only to us. This ordinary daily life is more touching than any musical movement ~


0 Comments

Leave a Reply

Avatar placeholder

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *