Lingering Light

This track is an introspective blues song that uses vivid, realistic imagery to depict the solitude and anxiety of contemporary people who have lost sight of the "light of tomorrow" amidst ideological conflict and information overload, following the collapse of the "grand narrative."

The image of crowds walking with bowed heads on the twilight asphalt-after the former ideals, like "Clouds above the Hill," have vanished-symbolizes the era's sense of stagnation. While the words about intellect saving the nation ring hollow, and fragmented voices disappear into echo chambers, the narrator questions whether "this solitude is the fault of the times."

The core phrase in the chorus, "Cold snot drips down / Only the tip of my nose remains in the fading twilight," grounds the societal despair in an immediate, raw, physical sensation, creating a powerful resonance with the listener.

Though wandering amidst extreme choices and unable to "even trust my own shadow," the song refuses to succumb to despair. It is a poignant blues of hope, searching for light in small, immediate connections-vowing, "at least not to lose sight of you"-even while immersed in the "same darkness that a great writer gazed into a hundred years ago."