Medina Mirai. River of my regrets (№ 412594)

I put my hand on my cheek and sat in this position, enjoying every note of light performance, until the very end of the performance, until people started clapping and whistling. Only then did the feeling of envy for this singer rang in me like a loud bell. an ordinary song, a cheap guitar, an elementary playing, a smile and a caring look. all this individually did not matter much, but together it made my heart secretly rejoice at such a gift from fate, a balm for my wounded soul.