The wind blows through the empty room.

Sun-faded marks and small scratches are all that remain in an empty room.
The wind through the open window and the light pouring in remain unchanged.

A song about the quiet turning point of life-the end of living alone.
Neither mourning what has been lost nor celebrating the future ahead, it simply and quietly accepts the time that was once lived there.

Like a late-summer breeze passing through an empty room, this acoustic ballad gently leaves behind the lingering traces of days gone by.