"Oh, got it." Lin Wanzhou pouted, looking aggrieved.
Writing songs is truly a painful affair, just like trying to pour dumplings through the spout of a teapot. Whether it's arranging music or writing lyrics, both are suffocating.
The entire process is akin to writing a graduation thesis, look at others' work, then think about your own.
Oh, the first step is... to start a game.
Before songwriting, everyone else's works seem like trash, but after songwriting, I become the trash.
Lin Wanzhou wasn't in too bad of a state, at least she had a strong desire to express herself. Arranging music was passable, but when it came to writing lyrics, she'd run out of words, lacking any sense of imagery.
A few mere words, longing to meet the needs of imagery, uniqueness, and artistic conception.
