Translated to English as "Driving Force".
His trumpet wasn't as good, beautiful and highly valued as the others, but he played it. He played it with heart, with passion and played it non-stop. They told him no, but he would not accept. He remained kind and humbled though. He played in the day, he played in the night, he played for lovers, he played for the sad. And the more he played, the more beautiful his music became...
