Lingering Phantom of Autumn

The sweet scent of osmanthus unravels a memory I thought I'd forgotten.

Usually, I get bored of everything, but this autumn feels different. Your voice as you laughed, the warmth of the oversized jacket you lent me... That fleeting romance still lingers on my fingertips like a beautiful, transient phantom.

A sentimental and intimate jazz ballad for a long autumn night, for anyone who has ever held onto a memory they knew they couldn't keep.