灯を護る

Sometimes the world seems to fade to grey, like an old film where only outlines remain instead of faces. And yet, somewhere in this dull setting, a tiny light flickers, like a table lamp forgotten by someone kind. Not for the sake of hope, but simply so that it doesn't become completely dark.

It seems that happiness here is not in loud words or eternal promises. It is in stubbornly moving forward, even when the rusty lock won't budge again. In reaching out, even if you've been burned a hundred times before. Because maybe this time you'll get a response. Or at least it will get a little warmer.

A song is like a breath between the pages. Quiet, stubborn and bright in its fragility. About those who don't give up, even when everything around them whispers that it's too late. About a small flame that seems to keep the whole world from falling into complete darkness.