가사
I heard a voice that cut me deep,
Said my songs weren’t real, just machine-made beats.
They think it’s magic, a button pressed,
But they don’t see the fire, the sleepless quest.
It’s not just pushing a button,
It’s a battle, it’s creation.
Every note is sweat and soul,
Every song makes me whole.
This is real music, born from pain,
From notebooks, memories, and refrains.
Technology’s just the brush I hold,
But the canvas is my heart and soul.
I wrote the words, I built the frame,
Shaped emotions, gave the song its name.
Commands and choices, endless nights,
Chasing echoes till the sound feels right.
They don’t see the nights I bled,
Cold coffee, tired eyes, words unsaid.
Every change, each fragile rhyme,
Crafted through the test of time.
From microphones to electric strings,
From vinyl grooves to sampled things.
Every age said “this isn’t real,”
But music evolves, and hearts still feel.
Songwriter, producer, engineer,
A thousand roles, all gathered here.
Every chorus played a hundred times,
Till the truth rang out in every line.
The first song I wrote at seventeen,
Now breathes beyond the silent dream.
AI gave me freedom to let it fly,
And my truth will echo long after I die.
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