- شُـيِّنِ 𝑆𝒉𝑒𝑛 〆𐤀 :
In that cold emptiness... a body appeared, moving gently, but his soul was absent. He wasn't just singing, he was screaming silently, as if burying his voice inside his chest, because speaking had become more painful than silence. It was a funeral for his true self, a mask behind a mask, the face changing, but the eyes remaining lost... crying without shedding tears. He danced between light and shadow, as if he were a puppet moved by an invisible hand, as if someone had stolen his voice and left him a light body... a body that doesn't even have the right to pain. Every movement in the video is a scream, every whisper is broken... saying: "Am I still me? Or has love torn me apart until I became someone I don't know?" He wasn't just singing, he was screaming silently, as if burying his voice inside his chest, because speaking had become more painful than silence. He was touching his body, feeling his face... as if he was searching for himself under his skin. But he didn't find anything. It's not just a song, it's a confession... that sometimes we love to the point of collapse, we wear personalities that aren't ours, we laugh while our souls crack, and we lose ourselves to please hearts that don't deserve it. It was a funeral for his true self, a mask behind a mask, the face changes, but the eyes remain lost... crying without shedding tears. He wasn't performing... he was burning.
2025-05-31 22:24:31