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All rights© belong to the original writer. Shared and edited by Jedpo Classics Digital Solutions ✍ Twenty years ago, piano prodigy Yuna had everything—fame, talent, and the promise of a lifetime with the man she loved. But on one heartbreaking night, a single letter shattered her world. In despair, she leapt from the rooftop of Hanseong Concert Hall. She survived, but her hands were permanently damaged, ending the brilliant musical career that defined her life. Consumed by grief, Yuna uttered a chilling curse upon the man who betrayed her and every generation that would follow: his descendants would never find lasting love. Every romance would end in heartbreak, every hope in loss. Years later, the curse begins to unfold as a new generation unknowingly carries the burden of a broken heart's final song. As love blossoms, tragedy follows. But can the wounds of the past be healed? Can forgiveness silence a curse born from pain, or will history repeat itself until the last note fades forever? A haunting tale of love, betrayal, sacrifice, redemption, and the enduring power of music, The Night the Music Died explores whether true love is strong enough to overcome a destiny written in sorrow. Prologue. Twenty years ago, on a night when the cherry blossoms fell like pink snow, and the moon hung low and heavy in the sky, a young woman named Yuna stood on the rooftop of the grand Hanseong Concert Hall. She was the most brilliant pianist of her generation—a prodigy whose fingers could make the ivories weep with joy. Her music was said to heal broken hearts and mend fractured souls. She was beloved. She was admired. She was perfect. But perfection is a fragile thing. That night, she held a letter in her trembling hands. A letter from the man she loved—a man who had promised her forever, who had whispered sweet lies under the stars, who had kissed her like she was the only woman in the world. The letter said: "I am sorry. I cannot love you anymore. The pressure is too great. Your fame blinds me. I am leaving." Yuna read the words once. Twice. A third time. Each reading shattered another piece of her heart. She looked down at the city below—a sea of glittering lights, indifferent to her pain. She looked up at the cold, distant stars. And then she did something terrible. She walked to the edge of the rooftop. She spread her arms wide, like a bird preparing for flight. And she let herself fall. But she did not die. She survived—but her hands, her precious, magical hands, were crushed. The bones never healed properly. She could never play the piano again. Her music died that night, and so did a part of her soul. Her heartbreak became a curse. A curse upon the man who had broken her—a curse upon his bloodline. She whispered it into the wind, a vow as cold as the concrete that had broken her body: "Your family shall never know true love. Every child born of your blood will lose their heart's desire. They will love, and they will lose. They will find happiness, and it will be stolen. This is my curse. This is my broken heart's final song."