夢をみせて

The world freezes between a breath in and a breath out - somewhere on the border of sleep, memories, and farewell. Everything here is quiet and smells of a clear light: as if spring came too late, but still brought cherry blossoms. The music flows like breathing nearby - almost a touch, almost a word that was never spoken. In every sound, there's a tenderness that aches, and a pain that still loves. It's not a drama, but a gentle farewell to the past, where "a little longer" stretches into eternity. And let the morning erase everything, the nite allowed us to live thru what can't be brought back. So fragile, so beautiful, that even the silence that follows sounds like a continuation.