A dark night, a silent world.
The stars in the open sky seem like companions to my thoughts.
Just me, my guitar, and a gentle tune—
A tune that echoes the voice of the soul.
A cigarette glowing on my lips—
A fleeting touch on the half-written pages of life.
This is my story: incomplete, yet vivid.
In the deep silence of the night, I keep writing myself—
With music, smoke, and silence.
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