delete (feat. OtoseYura Kuroyura)

Deleted.

The photos.
The name.
Yesterday.

And yet, the quiet night remains.

Delete explores the pain of wanting to erase not the person, but the version of yourself who existed with them.

It was never really you I wanted to delete.
It was who I was when I was with you.

The happier the memory,
the deeper it seems to stay.
Every attempt to forget only leaves a larger empty space behind.

The night keeps becoming new,
but the heart refuses to update.

"Im fine."

A beautiful lie that was supposed to make everything easier.

No matter how many times we press delete,
no matter how hard we try to overwrite the past,
memory does not come with an erase button.

So we sleep with the empty spaces,
the unanswered feelings,
and the pain that still has no name.

Delete.
Error.
Memory retained.