The smell of paint. The drops of rain. The sound of the strings in the guitar.

Those things make me feel nostalgic.

I closed my eyes and opened the window in the living room. The wind chime I hanged up in my window made a tiny sound. It’s raining.

A rain in fall.

Just like that day when my life changed forever.

When I close my eyes, It’s as if I still feel the smell of paint, the drops of rain and the sound of the keys in that old piano.

It’s as if, I still living on moments on how I cried, on how I laughed,

 how he, Kim myungsoo, became the music in me.