[Intro - Soft, Intimate] [Verse 1 - Close, Conversational] On an autumn evening, the wind had turned cold. You held your hands out to the fire, cheeks turning red, laughing. You broke a roasted sweet potato in half. [Spoken Softly, Almost Smiling] “Want some too?” [Verse 1 - Slightly Playful] Before I could answer, you were already smiling, and pushed it, still burning hot, right into my mouth. [Short Pause, Light and Awkward] Hot. Sweet. Close. [Pre-Chorus - Shy, Slowly Opening] I nearly burned my tongue, but I pretended I was fine. I couldn’t even say, “Too hot.” So I just kept looking at you. [Chorus - Warm, Bittersweet, Melodic] That day, it wasn’t just a sweet potato. Maybe what I tasted was our youth. A little burnt. A little sweet. And somehow, a little of it stayed with me. [Short Instrumental Breath] [Verse 2 - Nostalgic, Slightly Distant] The fire went out long ago. That autumn feels so far away. I don’t know what you’re like now, or whether autumn still makes you smile. And yet, when that sweet smell comes back with the wind, there you are, smiling through the smoke. [Spoken Softly, Remembering Her Voice] “Too hot?” [Pre-Chorus - Tender, More Vulnerable] Now I can say it. Yeah. It was hot. Really hot. [Open Melody, Gentle Emotional Lift] But somehow, being beside you felt warmer still. [Bridge - Sparse, Almost Spoken-Sung] Did I like you more than I knew? [Small Pause] Maybe. [Another Small Pause] Yeah. I think I did. [Half-Smiling, Slightly Embarrassed] You’d probably laugh if I told you now. [Quiet Ache] But that evening still lives somewhere in me and never quite cools down. [Final Chorus - Gentle Lift, Never Grand] That day, I didn’t know what I was tasting. Now, maybe I do. A little autumn. A little you. A little me. And somehow, some of it never left. [Pull Back] The fire went out long ago. So why… [Small Pause] why does that evening still feel warm? [Outro - Very Quiet, Like a Last Ember] In my memory, the smoke still rises. And somehow, it’s still warm. [End - Leave a Little Silence]
