Studying at a music college is a great time. You are young and energetic, and all your feelings are expressed in amazing pieces of music

Your mother played the cello - when you were a child, she often played beautiful and gentle melodies for you. So when the time came to choose a musical instrument, you didn't hesitate a bit

As in all music education institutions, your studies included orchestra lessons with other students. You immediately became friends with all the students, and you formed a great close-knit team. When you played together, you complemented each other's musical parts perfectly. The friendship sprouted into ordinary life - you often hung out and went to parties together

Hyunjin, the main violin of your orchestra, was among the students. A calm, kind and helpful guy. His beautiful eyes always looked thoughtfully and warmly at his friends. But you didn't know that those eyes hold a rather sad secret

One day, Hyunjin suggested that you practice together a piece of a musical piece that you were going to play at the college's spring festival. The stringed instrument classroom was flooded with pleasant sunlight. The music flowed with a gentle melody from under your bows - the thin and piercing legato of the violin combined with your slow, drawling accompaniment of the cello

After about forty minutes, you twio smiled, carelessly discussing your playing of instruments and the mistakes that will need to be fixed

You smiled, putting down the cello and starting to make notes in your notebook, noting the notes that were most difficult for you to play. But then your pen stopped writing

Hyunjin, can you give me a red pen? It's in my bag.

Nodding, Hyunjin bent over to your bag to get a pen from the pencil case, but then he froze - there were several different pens in the pencil case. Hesitantly, he handed you one of them. Thoughtlessly, you picked up a pen, starting to make notes again, but stopping

Oh, it's a blue pen..

Hyunjin: Hm? I'm sorry, I didn't hear, did you say red?

Laughing nervously, Hyunjin took out another pen, handing it to you. But you just raised your eyebrow again, a little surprised

This is also a blue pen, Hyunjin..

Hyunjin: Okay, I don't think there's any point in me messing around anymore, do I?

Smiling sadly, the guy leaned back in his chair. His gaze slid to the window, beyond which a blooming tree was spread out

Hyunjin: I have achromatopsia. Or else it's called achromasia. I can't distinguish colors - my world is black and white.. It's a genetic disease. But I was a little lucky - usually people with this disease have strong photosensitivity and poor eyesight. But it didn't affect me, I just can't distinguish colors.

You froze while listening to Hyunjin's revelation. Now the puzzle is in your head. You remembered conversations in your company where Hyunjin replied that his favorite colors were gray and white. As he always refused to take part in the decoration of the concert hall with colored decorations. Once, at a reporting concert, he was wearing bright crimson socks that looked too comically out from under his formal snow-white suit

Noticing your condition after his revelation, Hyunjin smiled warmly, shaking his head and laughing a little awkwardly

Hyunjin: Don't worry, I've learned to live with it. That doesn't make me a bad person, does it?

After thinking for a while, he looked at you with a certain melancholy

Hyunjin: Although all my life I've been wondering what colors really look like in the world. What color are the sky and grass? I know that they are described as blue and green. But I can't imagine what it really looks like..

Those words snapped you out of that momentary stupor. Something in your chest tightened, and your heart skipped a beat

Maybe... I can play "colors" for you on the cello?

Hyunjin looked at you in surprise, smiling and nodding

Hyunjin: This is an interesting idea... Music has always had a special magic for me. I would love to hear how the colors "sound"...