a pianist who amazes people around him,

a musician who can deduce the soul of a direct person.

And his soul and body do not belong to any citizen of any country, but only to a ship.

He was born and raised on a boat, where he played the piano for people.

eventually disappeared with the ship blowing up, as if it had never appeared.

His existence is a secret, a secret that few people know.

He was born on this merchant ship, abandoned on the piano in the rich man's restaurant, picked up and raised by a boiler worker, which happened to be the first day of 19. I stayed in the boiler room at the bottom of the cabin all my childhood, so I couldn't leave, so I hid carefully and couldn't be found. He has no birth certificate and is not registered in any country, and this merchant ship that travels between Europe and the United States does not belong to any country.

until he was 8 years old, his adoptive father died unexpectedly. He unexpectedly came to the rich area on the third floor of the cabin. When I met the piano that existed when he was born, I opened my musical talent. From then on, I looked at his life and innocence, performed the piano for people who came and went, and brought it to pedestrians who traveled between Europe and the United States, which was a comfort to my soul.

The world outside is full of war, and the people on board are a paradise.

people revel in music and dance in it.

His friend, the trumpeter, hopes that he will leave the merchant ship, marry and have children, live on land, feel the feeling of stepping on the earth with his feet, and bring music to more people.

He once walked out of the cabin and went to land for his beloved woman to look for her. But he walked out of the cabin, stepped down the ladder, and almost reached the moment of land. Looking up, he saw endless tall buildings and countless streets. He didn't know which one to choose. He couldn't play his piano on land until the end of the road. And he can only be on the boat, there are only 2 people on the boat, and the piano has only 88 keys. These are endless, and he is infinite. He can create at will and write freely.

but facing the endless land and infinite streets, he doesn't know how to interpret it, and he doesn't know which way to take. It was the closest and only time he came to land.

Later, his only friend also left the ship, and no one knew his existence anymore. Finally, people decided to blow up the dilapidated ship and covered it with explosives.

At the moment before the switch rang, his friend got it back and tried his best to prove to people that there was still someone on the boat. Holding an old record recorded together many years ago, playing the piano sound he played, I met him.

But his friends didn't save him.

His talent is unknown to the world just as he himself is not seen by the world.

He took his secret with him and disappeared into the sea with the ship, as if he had never been here in his life.

Do we, everyone, have a unique talent? Because there was no place to land, it disappeared forever with the passage of time. In the end, it seems that this talent has never appeared.