[Intro] [Fragment 1] Like a feather falling slowly, dragged by wind dancing in stillness, it lands on a white sheet of silence. [Break] [Fragment 2] Like blurred trees in a dim landscape, a vision humming with cold. Everything feels gray— the trees distant, like fading thoughts. [Fragment 3] Like birdsong floating above the sea, or drifting swarms echoing like ethereal bells. [Fragment 4] That’s how the night feels without crickets, the wind hushed, time stretched thin. This is how passion and beauty are surrendered to the void— something not all can hear, or see, or feel.
