"It was a cold winter day, maybe long forgotten now. My eyes accidentally met his, and from that moment on, nothing in my life was the same. I came to know him in the little cuts on water name with his black and white-themed photos and his melancholic, depressive music. I found myself mentioning his name frequently, as if there was some connection even from a distance. Perhaps he was just an artist to me, but as I delved into his world, I realized there was a spell that drew me in. His heart lay within his songs. In every chorus and every change of melody, the doors to his introverted emotional world swung open. He was like an expression of a soul trapped in platonic loves. His music seemed to narrate the loves he had with women he had never met but had only glimpsed from afar. The artist's introversion shone through in each note. His music felt like a close friend sharing his heart. As a distant admirer, I never crossed paths with him. But perhaps that's what helped to preserve the enchantment. His music and story became a part of my life. Each new song felt like I was exploring my inner world. Maybe I'll never get the chance to meet him, but he will remain a mystery, an artwork to me. He is more than just an artist; it's an emotional journey, a story, and a portal into his world. And I will never give up this distant admiration I have for him."