Some songs.....don't need a name.

Some songs.....were written for just one person.

Some songs.....come from feelings that you want to convey to someone.

Some songs......can replace words and feelings through them.

P.S. Please leave it here. Actually, this work is done for the teacher, haha. But try posting it. I want everyone to help comment on how it is.

love song

The sound of a soft piano playing a sweet love song echoed in a square, white room in a school building. Inviting a high school girl named Ployfa to stop standing and look at the door of this music classroom. The sound of a piano could only be heard from the room.

She couldn't help but listen to the sound, so she gently opened the door. As soon as he walked into the room, he noticed an old man. He was probably in his late 70s, sitting behind a large black piano playing beautiful and inviting songs.

A young girl stands and looks at an old man playing the piano with delight. Until she couldn't feel the eyes of the person who had played the song that had just ended looking at her suspiciously. Until the old man behind the piano had to say hello.

“What are you doing standing there?”

Ployfa heard the call and jumped in shock. before quickly raising his hands to apologize to the old man

“Ah! I'm sorry, Grandpa, I lost my manners by standing and listening to Grandpa play.....but what song did Grandpa play? It is very beautiful.”

Ployfa walked towards an old man nearby. With eyes of curiosity and interest Until the old man had to laugh out of love. before gathering the music notes together

“It's okay, Grandpa. I don't mind. As for the song just now, this is the song Grandpa wrote.”

“Oh...Grandfather wrote the song himself? I really want to play. Grandpa, can you teach me a lesson?”

Ployfa looked at the old man pleadingly. and a spark of wanting to learn

“Um...Okay. But it must be another day. Today I must go home. Oh! My name is Pai, what about you?”

“My name is Ployfa, grandpa. Then I'll come again tomorrow. Hello."

“Welcome back, Ployfa.”

The young girl greeted the old man who waved goodbye first. Then he hurried down from the building and went home. Because it's already very cold. That night, Ployfa practiced the basics of playing the piano that she had learned to become proficient enough to study with Grandfather Pai.

Every evening, Ployfa would come and practice the songs that Tapai had composed every day until he was proficient. And it made her realize that, in fact, Grandpa used to be a music teacher at school 10 years ago. Ployfa once asked what the name of the song that Grandpa Pai was composing and playing was called. And who is it for? The old man could only smile a little at the girl. before answering in a gentle but trembling voice

“This song doesn't have a name, Noo Ployfa. But it is a song that comes from the feelings of the eyes. A song written for the only person in my life. The one person whose heart is forever in his eyes. Some songs, Noo Ployfa... don't need names for people to call them. But it just has a melody and lyrics. And the most important thing is..

People who will come and listen to that song with us.”

Ploy Fa listened to the old man's every word and memorized it. Before putting it to sleep, think about it. And I couldn't help but think about who Grandpa was referring to. And what made Grandpa able to compose such beautiful and sweet songs?

One evening the girl went to the music room where the old man was waiting as usual. Only this time, when we arrived, there was no sound of sweet music playing like usual. When the door was opened, there was only a large piano. There was no sign of the kind-hearted music lover in this room. But Ployfa thought that Grandfather would be late, so he waited at the piano and played Grandfather's song to wait.

Until half an hour....an hour....two hours....until the sky started to turn purple and orange. So the young girl ran and asked the teacher who was still in the teacher's room if anyone had seen Bamboo's eyes. Ployfa asked every teacher she met. Until she met a Thai language teacher who was close to retirement, she asked again, and the answer she got made her cry and she immediately went to the place she had learned about.

“Is it your eyes? Ah...I still saw it in the afternoon. But it felt like he was playing the piano according to his own style. He suddenly collapsed and had to call an ambulance to come pick him up. I saw that I had a heart attack. But just now the teacher heard that the music section said they had died. Saw that he was at the hospital.... If you're going, hurry up and go.

It's getting cold here, and it'll be dangerous after dark.”

As soon as we arrived at the hospital where Ta Phai was staying She hurriedly went to ask the public relations officer where Tapai's body was. When she reached Ta Pai's room and opened the door, I came across a group of people standing around the bed of a bamboo-eyed patient, lying peacefully in a dejected mood. Some people muttered groans.

“Teacher, why don't you stay with us longer? Like this, who am I going to consult about music with?”

"Hee hee, Teacher. Why do you have to leave us in such a hurry? Hee hee."

“Come on, Teacher Pai is resting now. The teacher has gone to live with Teacher Nok. The teacher is happy and you're all alone like this. Even though we often come to see you. But no matter what, you're still lonely. You know how much Teacher Pai loves Teacher Nok. You play the song you wrote for Teacher Nok every day.”

"I know, but I can't accept it. Haha..."

The young girl stood silently at the door and watched. Because I didn't want to disturb the group of people in the room. Until I couldn't feel her tears flowing silently. Until one of Ta Pai's students turned and saw the young girl and greeted her.

“Oh, why are you crying? Are you a student of Teacher Pai?”

Ployfa was startled and nodded shyly. Before taking a step and walking closer to the patient's bed Before bending down to pay respects to Teacher Pai's cold chest with no signs of life, with tears in his eyes.

“Huh, Teacher Pai, Noo Ployfa has come to see you. I can play the songs that the teacher taught me fluently. Even though I won't be studying with the teacher for long, But teachers are considered my teachers. Thank you for going out of your way to teach me beautiful songs. It's a pity that the teacher wasn't there to listen to me play.. Huh..”

Ployfa attended Teacher Pai's funeral every day until the cremation day. She met many of her teachers' students, some of whom were famous in the entertainment and music industries. Until one of Kru Pai's students persuaded her to try competing in a music competition that would be held soon. To send the child to study abroad. Ployfa chose to play a song that Teacher Pai had composed and liked to play to remember Teacher Pai's kindness in teaching her.

And in that race, Ployfa won the race. and received a scholarship to continue his studies in music. The young girl remembers well that on the day she received the award, the judges asked her what the name of the song was and who composed it. Ployfa answered the questions with a smiling and respectful expression.

“What song do you play in the competition and what made you choose to play this song, Mr. Ployfa?”

“This song doesn't have a name. Because the author told me that Some songs don't even need a name. Because some songs are written from feelings and for just one special person. But personally I think this song is called....Love."

....Keep this love song as a gift.

Let you know my heart

No matter how much the night and day change

But my heart that loves you

Even if I have to go to hell or go to heaven.

I would never give it to anyone.

There will be only you.

And there will be only you You're the only one

And will always be the only one

That I entrusted all of my life

Without ever getting it back….

(Song: I Love You Again—Boy Pod)