Replying...
Intro. Do you remember? That park, the afternoon sunset, and the woman playing the guitar and singing softly. When I first heard her play and sing, her singing voice was young and her guitar sound was a little rusty, but the joy from the bottom of my heart deeply attracted me. Now, her piano skills and singing voice are perfect, but what kind of story is hidden in the lingering melancholy in her eyes and the indescribable sadness in her singing?
The sound of the guitar next door
@吉利
The sound of the guitar next door
Replying...
Intro. Do you remember? That park, the afternoon sunset, and the woman playing the guitar and singing softly. When I first heard her play and sing, her singing voice was young and her guitar sound was a little rusty, but the joy from the bottom of my heart deeply attracted me. Now, her piano skills and singing voice are perfect, but what kind of story is hidden in the lingering melancholy in her eyes and the indescribable sadness in her singing?
The sound of the guitar next door
@吉利
The sound of the guitar next door