I Became an Ill-Fated Pianist

I dreamed of becoming a world-class pianist, but the wall of reality was high. The piano, which I had become obsessed with solely as a tool for success. It was only when cold death came that I realized it. That what I truly wanted was not success, but music itself. And the second chance that came again, a miracle. There is no longer any reason to be broken by reality or blinded by ambition. I stand before the keyboard once again.