Lyric

A song about love slipping through your fingers,
and the feeling of not knowing how to love yourself.

Even the brightness of spring can feel overwhelming,
as you watch the world from a distance.

Withered flowers, quiet loneliness,
and the emptiness that remains after trying to please everyone.

But in the end, this song gently repeats:
I am still here, living as myself.

I hope this song reaches anyone carrying loneliness and uncertainty,
and reminds them that their existence has meaning.