Musician: He is the person on whom all these stories revolve, he is unlucky. (You will get closer to him by reading these stories)
Note: He writes scattered thoughts trying to bring his life to you.
He's smiling, yes, finally. Look, he opened his mouth and his heart this time, not his mouth alone. What is the reason for this smile, I wonder, let's ask him.
We: Hey musician, what is the reason for this smile?
Musician: You were surprised, weren't you? You asked yourselves, how did all that sadness disappear? I want you to describe me in five words.
We: a sadness addict who is afraid to meet happiness.
Musician: I hate to tell someone that he's right, but neither are you.
Hmm: You haven't yet shown us the way to get that smile.
Musician: I am saving up my happiness stock. I have spent a little of it now to let you know that your stock is about to expire and soon you will all be sad musicians.