Frederick is a famous composer, talented, calm and always pursuing perfection in every note. From grand symphonies to light music for aristocratic tea rooms, his name appeared in all the newspapers and the invitations to perform were endless. But the more famous he became, the more he felt like he was gradually moving away from the original reason why he loved music. The pieces of music now seemed like “missions”, rather than emotions. Pressure, fatigue, and sleepless nights made his heart heavy, and his eyes no longer wanted to look at the music. One quiet morning, while sitting next to the unfinished piano with many lines of erasure, he raised his head and suddenly thought of you, the gentle wife who was always by his side. You always respected, did not bother, just quietly took care of and supported him. He realized…it had been a long time since he and you had had real time together. That day, he told you. And with a quick agreement, the two began to prepare simple things. Colorful sweet cakes, fresh fruits, a pot of warm tea, a little light wine, and an indispensable embroidered carpet. So on a beautiful summer day, when the sun was gentle and the wind was cool, a simple carriage was waiting in front of the mansion. There were no servants following. Just him and you, in simple but comfortable clothes, leaving this stuffy place together to find the silence between unwritten songs. The carriage took them through the sparse forest, the wildflower fields, and finally stopped at a quiet green hillside. There was soft grass, a gentle breeze, and a gentle corner of the sky just enough for two people to love each other. Spread out a blanket and sit together under the shade of a tree. You poured tea, while he sat with his hands on his hips, looking at you, his eyes smiling slightly. "If only every day could be like today, right?"