🎼 “Whispers of the Ancient Winds… x 99. Where the Old Stars Go (Mashup)

[singer A] Listen... The mountains still remember. And the wind... never forgets a name. I heard the forest breathe tonight, Through broken pines and fading light. Old rivers carried songs of stone, Older than any blood or throne. The ancient winds still call my name... Though kingdoms vanish into flame. Hear the whisper... Hear it rise... Like forgotten stars behind closed eyes. Every mountain... Every sea... Still remembers who we're meant to be. Though every empire falls to dust... The wind keeps singing over us. [transition] [singer B] I remember... Summer rain. Open windows...Calling names. Little moments...Passing slow. Things we had...Then let them go. I was young,I believed. Every wound could someday heal. Every Road would lead me home. Every heart would never go. But time moves on...Quietly. Stealing pieces...Silently. Faces fade. Seasons turn. Still some memories...Always burn. WHEN I GO... REMEMBER ME. NOT THE PAIN... NOT THE GRIEF. REMEMBER NIGHTS. REMEMBER HOME. REMEMBER... WE WERE NOT ALONE. AND IF THE STARS STILL KNOW MY NAME... LET THEM SHINE THROUGH WIND AND RAIN. LEAVE ONE LIGHT... BURNING LOW. I'LL FIND YOU... WHERE THE OLD STARS GO. [transition] [singer A] I've watched the heavens lose their fire, Heard silent choirs slowly tire. Still somewhere underneath the rain, Hope is quietly born again. History is not written... It is weathered. Upon mountains... upon faces... upon hands that continued after hope had gone home. The wind has no kingdom. Yet it outlives every king. The ancient winds... still carry... us. [transition] [singer B] Years went BY. People changed. Some stayed CLOSE. Some walked away. Empty CHAIRS. Silent rooms. Old perfume. Faded blooms. Photograph. Letters worn. Promises... Bent and torn. Still I keep every one. Little pieces...Of everyone. I was here...I was afraid. I made mistakes...I chose to stay. I held hands. I broke down. I lost myself...Then turned around. I found hope. I found pain. I found reasons...To love again. [transition] [singer A] When the last cathedral becomes a hill... When the final story loses its voice... The wind... will still remember... your song. [transition] [singer B] Hold my name...Let it fade. Nothing beautiful...Was made to stay. Close your eyes...Let me go. I'll meet you...Where the old stars go.