PORTRAIT;
Portrait is a love story of someone else; of a man I do not know, who loves a beautiful woman I’ve never seen.
The video plays,
and as their sweet relationship progress, I felt a sense of dread.
The tone of the music changed, didn’t it?
Previously it was soft, light, like most relationships are. And then slowly, the strings of the musics seems to be crying, weeping along with that man I do not know.
And it aches, my heart aches.
Why?
And I felt his heartbreak.
How?
I wanted them back, I wanted that happy couple back, to the time when the strings of the violin did not wept,
when the tone is light… and it was simple.
After a while, I realized that the dread I felt is not of the music itself.
But what the music represents to me.
Portrait reminds me of what is simple, what is sweet,
what had crumbled into tears.
And I know he does. Because I saw it myself.
His love, it reminds me of the life before the violin wept, when it was light… and simple.
The fantasy of my heart breaking for an unknown lover,
It is the same regret in what my live could have been.
That life, it wasn’t real. Just like his music.
It wasn’t for me, I am not the man, and I had no woman.
The heartbreak… It was with the memory of you. ‘But I still love you.’
In Darkness, I continued,
“Instead of drawing myself.
I found myself drawing you.”
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