Betruziani has always believed that he is not a genius, but he believes that hard work can make up for weakness. He practiced piano for more than 8 hours every day. Even when his reputation was at its peak, he continued to practice piano when he performed more than 180 solo concerts every year. Petrucciani appeared to be strong on the surface, but at this time his body was deteriorating day by day. Due to excessive traveling, he finally became exhausted. He died of pneumonia in Manhattan, New York, on January 6, 1999, at the age of 36.

Music made Petrucciani forget his physical and mental pain. For 36 years, jazz music was always accompanied by pain, but he still devoted himself desperately until he broke his fingerbone on the piano. Even death comes.

Looking at Bezzucciani's life, he grew up in France and became popular in North America. Whenever the sound of his piano sounds, no matter where the listener is, the eternal beauty, like the golden narcissus in Wordsworth's works, always sways and dances in people's hearts, overflowing with joy...