Melodious flute, mentoring embracing shoulders Lang Lang wool hair soft as breeze, suddenly like the surf rolling. Lang soul seemed to roll back according flute. She currently lives awoke to hear. Yes, there are paintings of birds prey giggled, winds sweeping collection ever leaves rustling, the rain was on the thatched roof ... she never felt life had such amazing things. Lang natural feeling cramped doorway where she'd run off to find the flute.

Suddenly the bass flute is busy choking necessarily opaque, separation and anger flowing waterfall roaring. All done Lang wondering ... Before her lane house, flautist himself never came. She was not surprised because he has entered middle age, the age is mature enough to be able to feel the bitter sweetness of life. But ... really ... unfortunately he was blind.

She ran out of lane, holding crumpled few odd coins hastily shoved into his hand. He stopped playing the flute small enough to say: "Life is so full and with them, any misfortune that seemed to be lucky. Rejoice her, sir." Lang felt bitter, where there are unfair, so that she locked herself in despair so long. How did you realize this too late? These problems will be less difficult if we deal with it forthrightly.

Mausoleum at home, still doing her flute bobbing. The first time Lang did not want to think about what had passed ...