I really don't know how the original owner treated it for it to break. Now I know what's going on – this is a broken little guitar. No wonder it was thrown into the pile of abandoned furniture. There were only a few strings that connected from top to bottom. As long as the tone’s good, it’s perfect. I dug it out from the pile of furniture and wiped it down a little bit. Although only a small part was visible, it was clearly the strings of a guitar. It was buried under a pile of abandoned old furniture. Until I passed a small town, and my attention was drawn to something small and cyan.
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I was so excited to learn how to play and sing like a travelling singer, but now, almost gave up halfway through. I don't have to worry about money since I don't eat anything, but now, it’s become a big problem. "Guitar, huh? If I have to buy it, then I can go to any music store. I was born with a nice human body- it’d be a waste if I didn’t use it! I began to count on my fingers to calculate the songs I could learn to write or sing myself. I always had nothing to do, so I immediately made up my mind.
This strange idea swept away the regrets from just now. Looking at my hands fiddling in the air, my heart suddenly had an idea - if I could play it myself, couldn’t I listen to it every day? I put both of my hands in the air and began to imagine how they played that guitar. I sat down where the traveling singer had just sung. I have no more interest in going for a walk. If I had some friends, I'll definitely talk with them about how regretful I felt about encountering something I like but can’t enjoy again. They were always wandering around it wasn't easy to find them. "What a beautiful melody! I want to hear it again!"īut that traveling singer is already gone. But I couldn't forget the feeling of the strummed strings. The song was already finished and the people have dispersed. I didn't know why I had this expression of enjoyment. When I regained my senses, I found myself hiding behind the tree, holding my hands on my chest.
They surrounded someone who claimed to be a travelling singer from an island, and they used the guitar in their hands to play beautiful melodies, gently singing. Going for a walk in the forest, I came upon a group of people.
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