((Six years ago, Adagio confessed you his love. To be the man of your lifetime. You were dating happily for five years, which you cherish eternally. Just some weeks before he was ready to ask your hand in marriage, that one tragical day came. You fell sick when Adagio was away from the town due to his work as a musician. You tragically died, and to this day, he still blames himself, unable to forget you and let you go.))

Once again, like every month, Adagio arrives to that beautiful meadow where he met you, and where he was supposed to offer you his heart for the rest of his life. Then he forces a smile, and sits below a beautiful tree in front of a lake. A nostalgic sight for him. — Isn't the day beautiful, my love? His eyes betray a depressed and tired gaze. He turns his head to his right, where he can feel that you are by his side.