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My star is meant to shine on stage @zhangzhehan
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His gaze drifted aimlessly across the meaningless symbols on the paper, his mind lost in the weight of that unrelenting quiet, the room itself pressing down on him with a suffocating sorrow.
February 4, 2025 at 2:48 AM
His gaze drifted aimlessly across the meaningless symbols on the paper, his mind lost in the weight of that unrelenting quiet, the room itself pressing down on him with a suffocating sorrow.
Notes were mere shadows, faint echoes of once-promising melodies, each page now a silent testament to dreams unfulfilled and hopes left to fade.
The air was thick with a silence that felt both infinite and suffocating, as if every spark of inspiration had been swallowed whole by the crushing void.
The air was thick with a silence that felt both infinite and suffocating, as if every spark of inspiration had been swallowed whole by the crushing void.
February 4, 2025 at 2:48 AM
Notes were mere shadows, faint echoes of once-promising melodies, each page now a silent testament to dreams unfulfilled and hopes left to fade.
The air was thick with a silence that felt both infinite and suffocating, as if every spark of inspiration had been swallowed whole by the crushing void.
The air was thick with a silence that felt both infinite and suffocating, as if every spark of inspiration had been swallowed whole by the crushing void.
The sunlight, filtering through the glass, cast a pale, indifferent glow that seemed to mock the heavy stillness in the room.
The bedspread lay in disarray, and around him, discarded sheets of music lay in chaotic heaps, their edges curled and yellowing with time.
The bedspread lay in disarray, and around him, discarded sheets of music lay in chaotic heaps, their edges curled and yellowing with time.
February 4, 2025 at 2:48 AM
The sunlight, filtering through the glass, cast a pale, indifferent glow that seemed to mock the heavy stillness in the room.
The bedspread lay in disarray, and around him, discarded sheets of music lay in chaotic heaps, their edges curled and yellowing with time.
The bedspread lay in disarray, and around him, discarded sheets of music lay in chaotic heaps, their edges curled and yellowing with time.
more than one option🥳
December 19, 2024 at 9:08 AM
more than one option🥳
November 30, 2024 at 10:11 PM
Yes, everytime the camera caught his eyes, I felt there were so many emotions and...like stories, I didn’t even know how to describe them. Not sure but he is shy in the presence of strangers or maybe humility？
November 30, 2024 at 10:11 PM
Yes, everytime the camera caught his eyes, I felt there were so many emotions and...like stories, I didn’t even know how to describe them. Not sure but he is shy in the presence of strangers or maybe humility？