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... that occasionally regrets fall from my eyes, I’m fine, no matter how hard I try to forget, I still can’t..."
Slender fingers gently pluck the guitar strings, the melody flows like a stream.
The sorrowful, gentle emotion through his voice and the vibration of the guitar strings, tugs at the heartstrings.
His profile looks particularly three-dimensional under the light, with brows and eyes lowered, focused expression, as if the entire world is immersed in his music.
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