As I hear the melody of a song that I have written over a year, it is the memories of the yesteryear that flashes by.
We can't hold the past, neither we can know the future. But whatever that endears us is a memory that is so dear.
A melody with no words, yet it has inscriptions beyond words.
I wrote this song for purpose. An endering purpose.
A song with words yet without.
Perhaps the best melody I have thought of simply because it was the best memories I had.
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