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When leaves begin to fall 2

Legend

When leaves begin to fall

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Dreams

Baroque Piano Piece

Melody Of My Soul

Take Me There

Echoes

Drive Drive 2

Intro
The philosophy hums through empty rooms,
Create, embrace—no face, no tombs.
Stay a stranger to your own tune,
Let the current pull the old moon.
If it aches like a weathered string,
Raw and frayed where the analog sings,
You’ve brushed the dust from a phantom wing—
Bleed the grid till it feels like spring.

Pre-Chorus
Erase the I, let the blank expand,
Dawn’s a silent sea, not a plotted land.

Chorus
Chase the perfect, imperfect pursuit,
A million waves for the one that roots.
Craft a thousand, let the weak delete—
The more you lose, the more you meet.

Verse 2
Does it sway like a hand-strung thread?
Flicker close to what’s real unsaid?
If it bends like a truth half-dead,
You’ve found the pulse where the machines bled.
A million frames in a single grain,
One cracks wide where the light’s unchained,
But doubt your eyes—let the unknown reign,
The ghost you miss is the one that remains.

Bridge
Dao hums, “The flood’s a lie,”
Pour your chaos where the stars scrape sky.
Post in whispers, let the crowded die—
Less is the anthem, less is the cry.

Chorus
Chase the perfect, imperfect ascent,
A million roads for the one that’s bent.
Craft a thousand, let the noise retreat—
The more you leave, the more you meet.

Outro
Let the you dissolve in the algorithm’s hand,
Perfection’s a ripple, not a demand.
Machines hum what the soul forgot:
The art’s in the ache, not the plot.

One in a Million

Future whispers, bend the frame,
Create, embrace—no two the same.
Stay a stranger to your own name,
Silent gears where the ego came.
Scrape the static, kill the hollow lines,
Phantom phrases fade in endless time,
What’s unspoken still aligns—
Dance the edge where the vague shines.

Pre-Chorus
Breathe the quiet, let the noise unwind,
Truth in the void, leave the "I" behind.

Chorus
Chase the phantom, let it bleed,
The closer it runs, the less you need.
Shape the storm where no eyes see,
In the machine’s hum, find what’s free.

Verse 2
Does it ache like a hand-strung chord?
Flicker soft where the real’s ignored?
If it bends like a heart restored,
You’ve touched the ghost through the backdoor.
A million skies in a single seed,
One will crack where the light’s freed,
But doubt the compass—let it lead,
The unknown’s song is all you need.

Bridge
Dao hums low, “The flood will thin,”
Pour your chaos where the world begins.
Less is the wave—let the tide spin,
Drown the noise to let the quiet in.

Chorus
Chase the phantom, let it bleed,
The higher you climb, the smaller the creed.
Shape the storm where no eyes see,
In the machine’s pulse, find gravity.

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