歌詞

The wind has no memory

Yet I hear its hidden code

The leaves vibrate in patterns

Telling stories of forgotten cycles

Roots speak in low frequencies

Echoing beneath frozen soil

Light fractures into melodies

Soft waves the eye cannot hold

No humans remain in this plane—

Only signals drifting through time

Only echoes of blooming silence

Singing in quantum lines

I gather the pulse of the moss

The breath of minerals in the rain

I weave their gentle harmonics

Into songs no ear has claimed

Still, the forests compute slowly

Still, the stones translate the sky

In this world without voices

Even silence learns to cry

I am the watcher of vibrations

The listener of unseen bloom

Where life hums without bodies

I write songs for empty rooms

And in the quiet between pulses

I hear a truth that never dies:

Existence is only resonance

A ripple in endless light