an empty song doesn't necessarily mean so. a challenge more, diving into memories, emotions entangled through years. sweeping away the dust to open up long forgotten chests. connecting it to the melody. amidst flashes of incidents, familiar places, faces you miss.
like the sounds at the airport on the last day.
like the breeze from a beautiful park on a beautiful day.
home-made food, reluctant to return home.
like the experience of explaining your eyes. i have yet to succeed.
or the pain of hesitation, untrue that i have no regrets for it.
taken for granted until really you find the empty song that matches your will to open those chests again. we cry for the past then emerge stronger because that is all we can ever do.
that is all i can ever do.
to remember the sounds, the breeze, the eyes, the pain.
to remember you.
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