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sekairotten - вторая партия / prod. kato48

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[Verse 1]
Monday light through my empty room,
your scent still lingers in the bloom.
Coffee’s warm but my hands are cold,
I wait for you like stories told.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every hour slowly fades,
But I still trace your name in space.
Whisper softly to the screen,
“See you soon, my Sunday dream.”

[Chorus]
You’re my Sunday dream,
the calm before the world begins.
Through the noise and all the gray,
you bring the color back again.

[Verse 2]
By Wednesday, I get used to it,
the quiet hum of what we miss.
Still, every night I see your face,
between the lines of this weekday haze.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every night I count the days,
Marking dreams in quiet ways.
When Friday hums its little tune,
My heart starts dancing with the screen.

[Chorus]
You’re my Sunday dream,
the stillness after endless rain.
Even when the week resets,
my love remains the same.

[Bridge]
Under the sunlight, Sunday night,
we hold our breath to stop the time.
Every goodbye feels too soon,
but every tear still shines.

[Final Chorus]
You’re my Sunday dream,
where everything feels right.
Even if the days drift far,
you’re the calm inside my night.

[Chorus – Reprise]
You’re my Sunday dream,
the calm before the world begins.
Through the noise and all the gray,
you bring the color back again.

[Outro]
So I’ll wait through every day,
for that one small touch of grace.
You’re my Sunday dream
my heart’s quiet place.

Sunday Dream

CHEr XOJlOg prod. reinahara x tkk

He stitched his songs in quiet thread  
Between the folds of things unsaid  
A melody no stage could hold  
Too fragile, too bold  

They watched him drift from spotlight’s reach  
Mistook his silence for retreat  
But love had taught him how to stay  
In places light forgot to play  

This isn’t for you  
Not for the crowd, not for the cue  
He sings to shadows, paints in hue  
Of love that asks for nothing new  

No curtain call, no final bow  
Just echoes in the quiet now  
A voice that blooms where no one sees  
A garden grown from gentle grief  

This isn’t for you  
Not for the fame, not for the view  
He crafts in silence, sings in blue  
Of love that lives — not for you 

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