[melody] [harmony] [rhythm] [tempo] [Syncopated] [beat] [bassline] [chord progression] [hook] [Verse 1] Somewhere close, yet out of reach, Stretching far beyond the sight. I’ll be the whisper in the breeze, The trembling glass, the fading light. [Verse 2] I’ll be the song lost in the tide, A fleeting trace of winter’s chill. A lonely bed, untouched inside, An autumn sign upon the hill. [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] I will be there—I just know, It’s not the first, it’s not the last. I turn the pages, let them flow, A fleeting shadow from the past. [Outro] I’m just an echo, soft and slow, The shape you see but never hold. [End]
