Furthermore-though it was quite irrelevant now-he had no idea his killer, Kazuo Kiriyama, had, in his mansion that was much larger than Toshinori's home in Shiroiwa-cho, mastered the violin at a level far superior to Toshinori's a long time ago-and then tossed his violin into the trash.
Yes, just like those flowers. There's something strained, but there's beauty in that. Something like that