《In Its Wake》 (song version-γ’)

Please lend your ears to Remy's voice.
Whether it's a song that sinks deep, or a poem that gently touches you—
May it leave a small lingering resonance in your present.

Outside the window
The rain falls thinly
A nameless presence
Traces the depths of my chest

The shadow at my feet
Slightly out of place
Before I can put it into words
It feels like it might crumble

Even if I pretend not to see
The outline remains
Only the warmth of my fingertips
Still won't let go

A sense of discomfort shakes me
The impulses I want to deny pile up
Destruction begins to move
Where is the common ground?
What was I planning to build on this vacant lot?

A sense of discomfort shakes me
Excuses no longer reach
Destruction begins to move
In the middle of what remains spilled

The edge of a white plate
Shining while still chipped
The more I touch it, the more I know
It aches quietly

Even if I mutter
That I'm still okay
The silence
Was more honest

The more invisible the thread
The tighter it tangles
Counting the nights
That won't unravel, one by one

A sense of discomfort shakes me
The impulses I want to deny pile up
Destruction begins to move
Where is the common ground?
What was I planning to build on this vacant lot?

A sense of discomfort shakes me
Excuses no longer reach
Destruction begins to move
In the middle of what remains spilled

Not to destroy
Not to bring to an end either
In this empty place
Whose voice will remain?

Steady your breath
And look once more
Because there is nothing there
Is exactly why you can begin

A sense of discomfort shakes me
The impulses I want to deny pile up
Destruction begins to move
Where is the common ground?
What was I planning to build on this vacant lot?

A sense of discomfort shakes me
Even so, the night ends
Destruction begins to move
I am listening here

※ Bold text parts are original, and the rest were added by Suno on its own.

※ featuring Symphonym "Creating Something"

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May each of these words
Be a small hint for your own creation, as you create while feeling lost.
#CreativeHints
#ThinkingHints

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※ This poem was turned into a song by the music generation AI "Suno" based on this Symphonym. Composition, editing, and publication are handled by the note administrator, reflector.

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