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a làm sao mà có thể quên được e làm sao mà có thể quên được đôi ta
trong lòng e chắc giờ đã có một ai những kỉ niệm cũ chắc giờ đã trôi xa
những nụ hôn giờ vẫn còn vương mùi hương a vẫn còn nhớ hương tóc e phôi pha
phải làm sao để có thể quên được e và quên đi những kỉ niệm về đôi ta

và giờ e sẽ kh còn đây
cùng ai ở trong vòng tay
xoa dịu trong lòng đây
và rồi a vẫn trong lòng cay
xa rời a liệu e có nhớ đến a từng giây
nhớ tới cô gái bé nhỏ ôm a trong vòng tay
những lời hứa chẳng còn vẹn nguyên từ khi e xa rời a
e sẽ kh còn nhớ những tháng năm ta đã bên cạnh nhau
và rồi e cùng với ng khác sẽ thật vui qua bao thời gian
ta sẽ quên đi những kí ức mà ta đã bên cạnh nhau

em con nho ah hog (prod.B E E R U $)

AnhLaAI-UMIE,DTTR,HCH (ProdbyStunna)

YeuMotNguoiCoLe-Miu Le (ProdbyStunna)

Prod. Frontin
yt: https://youtu.be/LQ1KjQJ07FM?si=B58HGy6x2Nabyjee

khuon mat dang thuong (hoodtrap remix)

Prod. Frontin
yt : https://youtu.be/mUnwAogzQDc?si=PBlWIjxocIMqTEEK

kem duyen (hoodtrap remix)

I woke up in the middle of a good life,
Heart still clinging, bruised but loud.
All the things I thought I’d outrun
Caught up, asked if I’m still proud.
The coffee’s cold, the sky feels flat,
Still trying to name what broke and where.
Some days I shine, some days I crack,
Some days I disappear.

Every ache means I’m still alive.
We fracture open, then call it strength.
You fall in love, you lose the fight.
You say goodbye, you learn goodnight.
We’re only human for a minute,
But somehow we’re still in it.
Every ache means I’m still alive.

I wanted to mean something, not just blend in
To be seen for once, not understood.
Every whispered prayer was half confession.
Every love I lost, a quiet lesson.
We build our hearts out of accidents,
Then curse the wind when they fall apart.
Maybe grace was never meant to shine,
Just messy hands and a stubborn heart.

All my saints were doubters.
All my heroes burned away.
But they left behind a chorus
I still hum on quiet days.
I don’t need perfection,
Just proof the pain was earned.
If feeling makes me fragile,
Then let it crack and turn.

She said, “Don’t bleed for those who never stay.
You’re not the pour, you’re the cup someday.”
I laughed, but her eyes, they knew the war,
Of giving too much and being ignored.
We build our hearts out of accidents,
Then curse the wind when they fall apart.
Maybe grace was never meant to shine,
Just messy hands and a stubborn heart.

Every ache means I’m still alive.
It means I’m real beneath the fight.
The heart breaks open, lets in light.
You lose the day, but win the night.
We’re only human for a minute,
But I’d live a thousand lives within it.
Every ache means I’m still alive.

Every Ache

I make music across moods, genres, and voices. Sometimes I’m the storyteller, sometimes I’m the ghost in the machine, sometimes I just let the sound speak. Each track is its own mirror, folk, synth, pop, hip hop, ambient, whatever shape the feeling takes.

I write to give form to what often feels unseen. Even in quiet moments, my art becomes a space where truth surfaces from silence. These songs aren’t just mine; they’re for anyone who’s ever tried to name what can’t be said.

What you’ll find here is a collection of experiments, memories, and alter egos. Proof that truth has many sounds, and that what feels hidden can still connect us.

Multi-genre | experimental
VAL.KÆRA//FRM

Every Ache

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