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For me, who lived selfishly all my life,
There was nothing left in my final moment.
The day I moved for the sake of others,
A new movement in my life’s symphony began to be written.
“Hyun-ah, do you know how to play the violin?”
Grandfather looked at me with eyes full of expectation.
In my hands at this gathering, where only heirs of wealthy families gather,
Is a single violin.
Whether it was fate or coincidence in this moment,
I raised my bow.
The moment the bow touched the strings,
Winter arrived
Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, Winter Movement 3.
People cheer and tremble at his performance.
The story of a young maestro who moves the world.
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