At its deepest point, it was heartrending and distressing; as the passion surged, it took on the poignant bitterness of righteous indignation. In the end, everything settled down into tranquil calm, accompanied by a wider understanding of life and fate's playful hand. Destiny hit me with suffering, yet I answered with a song.
The experiences that truly touch the soul are personal ones. Those times of weeping, struggling, and being tormented through sleepless nights—these too are smoothed over with time. Only now do I sit here, telling my tale as carefree as a gentle breeze.
The listeners might be reminded of their own lives, might empathize, or feel as if they were there. However, the originator of these stories now sits calm and composed, like a peaceful spring.
The final note dissipates, and sobs rise around the room. The old man opens his eyes. His pupils are pallid and focus on nothing, creating an unnerving sight against the darkness of the night.