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- Something that stirs the softest part of my soul, like a gentle rodeo carried by melodies that flow tenderly through my ears. It weaves a scene beyond beauty, that's right, a reflection of me.
- Japan breathes like a city built for love. Soft lights, slow walks, hearts whispering in the quiet. But here I am, lost in the glow of my screen at a 24-hour café, wondering somewhere between songs and silence, "What time do you come to life? (Stressing face)"
