I have a beautiful white piano. It looks nice in my living room with white walls. It was given to me by some friends and reminds me of summer 2012.
I’d mostly recovered from my depression but I was still a little unstable. I left my house in Tokyo and stayed at a cottage in Karuizawa surrounded by nature as a part-timer. The owners, a mature couple, were very kind to me. There was a white piano in the corner of a cafeteria there.
One day the male owner told me that they had lots of precious memories of the piano since they started to run the cottage 20 years ago, and asked me to keep it.
Six months later they closed the cottage and returned to their hometown.