Lyric

In the red light, the photograph flickers

A slightly distorted shadow

Water traces memories

On my open hand

Everything is blurred

Only my invisible face

Moves deep in my heart

The lukewarm air is quiet

Swallowing the voice

Before I turn around

The light traces back

In the space between frames

I was still smiling

A sleep-like illusion

Warmth remains even after it's vanished

The film spins between my fingers

The seeping scent unravels time

A single drop of sound spills

Sinking into the pure white present

The absorbed white

The moment it seeps in

My breath from that day remains on the white paper

My fingers gently touch

Time moves backward

The light behind my eyelids

Enveloping memories

The sound of spilled water

Only silence remains

Before I turn around

The light traces back

In the space between frames

My shadow is reflected

On the other side of the film