When I saw him he was playing the piano. He was wearing a simple white shirt, and his black hair is quite short. Although he dressed simply, his handsome face was still eye-catching. He owned beautiful double-fold eyelids. His bright eyes were filled with affectionateness. His fingers touched the keys of the piano skillfully as if they were dancing. He was totally absorbed in his music and shook his head lightly. Then he began to sing. His voice was gentle and pleasant to the ear, like the ripple of the stream. It was a song about loving a girl, and I thought his singing was far more convincing and vivid than any other beautiful words.