勿忘

Like watercolour in the rain, this song gently but inexorably fades in memory. In every sound, there's an attempt to hold onto an image that's already dissolving like paint in water. It seems like everything is still nearby: the smell of spring, the trembling air, the anticipation of a voice, but my fingers pass through it without feeling warmth. Love doesn't leave here, it just becomes light. Like something that hides in the fog but still lights the way, even if you're walking alone now. And it's not sad, but quietly beautiful. Like a bouquet gathered from the memories of those who have already faded, but somehow still smell.