Kenangan Terindah

There are memories that won't let go - not because they're painful, but because they were too beautiful. Like an old photograph with faded edges: a little sadness, a little light, and it's still warm from someone else's palm when you look at it. In this sound, it's like an evening after the rain - quiet, clear, with the smell of wet earth. The voice is soft, like a confession that no longer asks for anything in return. Everything has been said, everything has been lived, all that's left is to breathe and remember. It's not a tragedy - just tenderness that has become an echo. When you realise: yes, you can let go, but never erase.