Devil's Music

John Lennon takes off his coat and hangs up his coat and asks.

“Yoko, where's Sean? ”

Yoko came out of the room holding a boy that looked about five years old.

“Stay here with me. Sean, your dad's here. You have a visitor. ”

Gun bows politely to Yoko who greets him. Yoko glares at the brotherly greeting he's seen in a long time, handing Sean over to John, smiling face to face.

“Oh my! Japanese? ”

The gun shakes its head and says:

“I'm Korean, Yoko. ”

Yoko nods and smiles.

“You did. I'm not like the rest of the Japanese. I'm from Japan, but I've been living abroad since I was a kid, and like John, I'm a war protester. It's where I come from, but I don't like Japan bringing a lot of people into the pain of war. So now I don't hate your country, also called Korea, which is not shipbuilding. ”

John taps Sean on the butt.

“Oh, you're Korean? Don't hate Yoko, she's my beloved wife. And now you're in my house and you don't even know my name. What's your name?"

Gun said.

“Kim Gun. Mr. Lennon, I'm sorry I didn't see you. I never thought I'd see John Lennon in the Beatles on a New York Park bench. Respectfully, Mr. Lennon. ”

John hands Sean back to Yoko and smiles.

“Yes, you know me. Now I'm a little embarrassed, haha. Yoko, we have a visitor. Can I get you something to eat? ”

Yoko smiles and takes Sean to the kitchen, where John encourages Gunn to sit on the couch.

John said as the gun sat down.

“I don't know why, but you smell like music. Are you a musician, too? ”

The gun was slightly surprised.

“Do you smell that? ”

John laughs loudly as he is surprised by the case.

“Wa-ha-ha! What a teasing fellow. I'm just crossing the line, hahaha."

The gun blushes and scratches its back head as it is mocked.

Gun and John started talking like this, eating the pie they gave them.

“Mr. Lennon. As you pointed out earlier, I want to grow up to be a musician. It's hard to say that they're still playing music. Is there anything you can advise me on? ”

John cuts a pie in half and smiles at the case.

“Here's the deal. Why don't we give each other some advice? They're exchanging things with each other. ”

I smiled as if the case was embarrassing.

“What advice would you give Mr. Lennon on my subject? ”

John raises his index finger and wags.

“Oh, well, music is what you want advice on, right? You can advise me in a different field, whatever it is. What do you think, Dil? ”

Thinking about it for a moment, you nod as if you knew.

“Yes, but it might not help. Don't count on it, haha."

John said with a swirling smile.

“Okay, we have a deal. Now, what do you think about when you make music? You want to make good music? You think you can make money? What do you make of it? ”

The gun clamps and says.

“Actually, I've never made music by myself, Mr. Lennon. But if you do, don't you want to make high-end, high-quality music? music that can be a great instrument and can be recognized by critics for a long time. ”

John gets up from the couch and walks over to the window, crossing his arms and looking out the window.

“You're wrong. ”

John opens his mouth again as the gun listens to John.

“Yoko is Japanese. So I've heard a lot about the national history of Japan. In old Japan. There was a famous merchant named Oda Nobunaga. Beneath it was Toyotomi Hideyoshi, and Tokugawa Ieyas. in the same order as you said it would be in Japan. ”

John nods as if he knew.

“Have you ever heard of a bird that doesn't cry? There was an instant poetry gathering organized by Auda Nobunaga. It was a poetic expression of his thoughts, giving back certain premises. At that time, he once shared a poem about what to do if there's a bird that doesn't cry. ”

John opens a finger and says...

“Oda Nobunaga's most aggressive and innovative answer was, 'Kill any bird that doesn't cry.' That was a good answer. He was, in fact, the most powerful leader, but he was also able to put his men down cold for his own purposes. ”

John stretched his second finger.

“Toyotomi Hideyoshi said," If there's a bird that won't cry, I'll make you cry. "He was also a wise man. You're the one who caused the impending chaos in Korea, you know that. He was a man who did not obstruct the means and the means for his cause. And that's how long it's been in Japanese history. ”

John stretched his third finger.

“Tokugawa Ieyas said," If there is a bird that does not weep, I will wait until it weeps. "This also speaks well of his patience. It bends over without revealing its power, waits for itself, and eventually takes over the regime. In Japan, Tokugawa Ieyas is one of the leading examples of patience. ”

John stretched his fourth finger.

“What kind of answer do I have? ”

After a moment of deliberation, you shake your head and look at John.

John looks out of the window and looks at the case, without an answer.

“My answer is, ‘If there's a bird that won't cry, I'll sing it for you until it does.'”

John adds a familiar look to his face.

“Music that doesn't take the listener into account is just a feast for a few critics. Music has its origins in primitive percussion. Either to finish the hunt and dance joyfully, or to mourn and mourn the dead. Music made without consideration for the listener's feelings is rubbish. ”

The gun felt like thousands of lightning strikes in his head.

─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─