prologue
wife is dead
Life was like hell, but I persevered.
Because I had a daughter.
Because I had to feed the child.
He focused on his work and was recognized for his ability.
I was able to get into the music I usually liked, and I was able to make my own music.
It was fun.
I was able to forget even a little bit of the sadness of my wife’s death when I made music.
She lived like that until her daughter, who was five years old at the time of his wife’s death, turned 17.
When his music was finally recognized all over the world.
He couldn’t call his music his own.
and.
Daughter died.
