Even If Returning Changes Nothing
The Night We Met
Lord Huron
The time spent alone after a love quietly ends is like a journey walking along a path where no one has passed for a while, leaving only traces behind.
Parting seems to come in an instant, but whether we realize it or not, your presence within me slips away like the sand in an hourglass. And finally, the time comes when nothing remains.
In the end, staring at the empty hourglass, we only dream the vain dream of flipping it over and going back to the very beginning.
On the Path Where the Sand Scattered
And that dream may keep repeating until we become travelers accustomed to a new path, and then it might disappear without a trace like the sand that has completely slipped away.
Where the Footsteps Finally Stop
Bruno Major - "Remember To Dance (Little Things)" [ play the archive ▷ ]
A gentle rhythm for the traveler slowly learning to take a step on a new, unfamiliar path.
Matilda Mann - "The Day That I Met You" [ play the archive ▷ ]
The vain yet beautiful dream of flipping the empty hourglass back to the very beginning.
beabadoobee - "All I Did Was Dream Of You" [ play the archive ▷ ]
A lingering dream of you that repeats quietly before disappearing without a trace.
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