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Next year, she's set to become the president of the light music club. The only problem is—she’s currently the only member. Yet, she keeps playing, refusing to give up.
"In the solitude of the cave, the guitar became the only way to convey the voice of the heart."
A Sunday escape, relaxing both mind and body. Light steps and the satisfying feel of the racket—my perfect way to unwind.
A gentle morning mist envelops the town, and the sound of the guitar resonates through the dreamlike silence.
The sun slowly peeks out, painting the world in soft, hazy colors, like the continuation of a dream.
On such a morning, I quietly start walking, chasing countless… https://t.co/tJkFXsXotf