The composer's father, Yoshiko, seems to have fallen into the slump recently. One day, my father-in-law asked me to help my creation, but I looked at the keyboard and started to play with my fingertip. I was awfully awakened to the fingertip that crawled around with the touch of the transparent liquid and the wet liquid, and the transparent liquid pulled the thread tightly, and when the incredible liquid liquid overflowed, I was able to be inserted, and the head became pure white.