Prologue
The beginning was a slow and worn forging.
Breathing seemed to fade and fades. The tune that was going to be cut off as if it was bored enough, is to be bended for a moment.
From a giddy violin, a viola, and a cello, and to a double bass.
From a torn piccolo trumpet, a trombone, and to a bassoon that envelops all of those notes.
And from the clean triangle, a small drum that is chopped up, and to a round drum.
All that sounds together.
At the moment, turns into a huge sound as if it were crushed.
Now, there is Jung soo who is about sixty years old.
He has recently been back with memory that has been suffering from memory and attention disorders severely for long.
He said he found steemit's Permanent Stuff and decided to stuff his memory back for a while.
Permanent Stuff I do not know what it is. There is no rattling, but there is no stopping in the tub that this person insists on.
It is later work. I just have to leave it on this.
P. S.
I found a memory that I had forgotten. I was just looking at it and it was precious things that had changed my life.
I'll try to write it.
I am looking forward to a small echo to those who have seen it.
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