It was dusk when I came here, and I regret not being able to walk into this solemn building to feel its charm. Accompanying the cello sound of Santa Lucia for a week, but unexpectedly found an old man in the corner position, I leaned down to throw the coins in front of him in the hat, then rose, slowly feel the infinite sorrow in the sound of the piano, gradually drifting away, Until it disappears at the end of the road...