Lyric

Years keep piling, yet you overlap—

Your shadow stitched into my map

Skin grows lines, but eyes still hold

The birth of life, a story told

If that old song sketches my fate

Then joy must bow to a tragic gate

But if it’s written, let it play

I’ll smile and throw the dark away

“No, it’s nothing—everyone’s the same.”

I’ll laugh it off, still call your name

Even if sorrow writes my score

I’ll rewrite the end, demand for more

The mirror cracks, but it won’t lie

Time carves rivers through the sky

Yet in your gaze I still can see

The child I was, the man I’ll be

Before the skin had lines to show

My heart was wrinkled long ago

A sense of revival will soon arrive

But don’t update the peak—let the night survive

And lately I’ve learned, through the scars we hide:

“This too will be a charm, some other time.”

“No, it’s nothing—everyone’s the same.”

I’ll laugh it off, still call your name

Even if sorrow writes my score

I’ll rewrite the end, demand for more

Lines on the skin, but not on the soul—

Your eyes remind me, I’m still whole