Central Park Komorebi ( Aria Visconti 🎻version)

[Intro, bossa nova feel string jazz adlib] [Verse1] Central Park Strawberry Fields, in the morning Sunlight sifting through the leaves, a quiet dawning Dappled gold on the pavement, like a lace of light I watch the children chase the bubbles, shining bright And a mother sighing, looking at her watch so fast In a hurry, not realizing this moment will not last Funny, I remember my mother, in front of a Renoir She whispered "Komorebi", and now I know why [Verse 2] Near Bethesda Fountain, on a weathered bench An old man in leather, the autumn air he drinks His hand is resting beside him, on an empty space Holding on to a ghost, with a smile upon his face Is he waiting for someone, or just remembering the scene? His face is a map, like a vintage magazine He’s a masterpiece of time, standing still In the golden glow, climbing up the hill [Chorus] We are all just passing through this light A tapestry of strangers, shining in the night Lives overlapping, for just a fleeting moment in the sun We are all silhouettes, till the day is done More than just a shadow, it’s a feeling, warm and true This perfect, broken blessing "Komorebi" falling on you [Interlude, cello featured adlib] [Bridge] A gust of wind, the patterns change upon the grass Watching all the different lives, like shadows as they pass No one stays forever, we’re just here to see the show In this gallery of moments, where the spirits come and go [Outro] Now the sun is getting low The shadows stretching long, it's time for me to go But I’ll be back tomorrow, to find you once again Walking through the patterns, where the light and shadows blend I’ll see you tomorrow... My "Komorebi".