Lyric

Even after I’m gone, this sound will remain

Dust on the speakers

Rain on the station road

Someone humming half the melody wrong

And somehow

It will still live

Cicadas burning through electric wires

Summer bending in the mirror heat

Kids run beneath konbini lights

Like every decade repeats itself quietly

My mother cried to vinyl records

I cry to glowing screens

Different century

Same lonely human heartbeat

Everything ages

Neon signs

Lovers

Cities

Voices

Even memories fade at the edges

Still

OLD MUSIC

Never really dies

It sleeps inside

The air at night

Inside train sounds

Inside cheap headphones

Inside somebody singing alone at 2AM

This song will become old music

And live longer than we do

Jazz bars closing in narrow alleys

Broken jukebox glowing blue

An old man softly cleaning glasses

While American soul plays low behind him

Outside

Tokyo keeps changing faces

But sorrow still walks home slowly

Under the same moon

We called it “new” once

Rock and roll

Hip hop

Love songs

Digital hearts

But time eats every genre eventually

And turns it into memory

That’s the beautiful part

OLD MUSIC

Floating through the years

A voice surviving

After the body disappears

Kids not born yet

Will carry these melodies

And dance with ghosts

They’ll never meet

OLD MUSIC

Even silence

Leaves an echo