This conclusion was vaguely sketched out half a year or even a year ago, or perhaps when I first started writing.,I've been pondering how to depict the final outcome. All my skills and agility felt weighed down; every word was an arduous task but filled with deep intent. It felt like a heavy burdened trek, yet there was an indomitable drive within me, pushing forward regardless of any obstacles.,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.。