歌詞

Don’t let me forget the hurt, the glow—

Every light still throws its shadow

Our endless climax cut to black

A switch went down, no turning back

Sparrows swam across the sky

I kept their flight as a fragile sign

Like a borrowed cassette left on repeat

I tried to hold what was never mine

Don’t let me forget

Not wise, not kind—

But more than most, I meant it

Your voice hums steady in my chest

Cicadas in the winter

Turning my cold to song—

Don’t let me forget

“In winter still, the cicadas sing,” you said

I wore a thin smile—you cut the thread

“You couldn’t dye me,” I softly pled

“but you gave my first color instead.”

Mother whispered, “What won’t erase

Hide in drawers, let silence stay.”

“You loved the sun, but only spring.”

I hoped it meant a deeper thing

Don’t let me forget

Not wise, not kind—

But more than most, I meant it

Your voice keeps ringing through the frost

Cicadas in the winter

Cicadas in the winter

Don’t let me forget—

Your voice still paints my chest with color

Cicadas in the winter

Turning my cold to song—

Don’t let me, don’t let me forget