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Kỷ Niệm Của Đôi Ta (Sợi Dây Chuyền Định Mệnh Ost, 我們的紀念)

What if the story of Spirited Away didn't end with Chihiro reuniting with her parents? What if it started anew with her returning to the spirit world as a teenager only to discover that something was very wrong...?

Prologue - The River's Whisper

Mild the mist upon the hill
Telling not of storms tomorrow;
No, the day has wept its fill,
Spent its store of silent sorrow.

O, I'm gone back to the days of youth,
I am a child once more,
And 'neath my father's sheltering roof
And near the old hall door 

Rain on the sill doin’ soft percussion,
 little tap-tap sermon, low-key discussion.
 Roof says “shh,” gutter hums bass,
 streetlight drips down the glass on my face.
 Love, I swear, I ain’t healed, I’m just here,
 I’m just breathin’, still, in the same old chair.
 Still got bags under both my eyes,
 still got nights where the brave bit lies.
 But listen , we made it through one more round,
 curtains closed while the whole world frowned.
 Didn’t cure grief, didn’t cure pain,
 but we held hands and we let it rain.
 Didn’t fix much, didn’t fix me,
 but we stayed soft and we made tea.
 That’s worth thanks. I mean it true.
 I’m still in love with the sight of you.
 I’m still in love with the sound of “stay,”
 low voice, hallway, end of day.
 Tiny miracles, proper small,
 ain’t that mad? We kept them all.

Small blessings, babe , let it rain, let it rain.
 Drip on the window sayin’ “stay, stay, stay.”
 Hands round a mug, forehead to mine,
 quiet little moments keep the whole thing fine.
 Small blessings, babe , not loud, not grand,
 just “I’m still here” and “I’ll still stand.”
 Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain ,
 love sounds like water on the window pane.
(zitar arpeggios brighten a little here, almost like tiny bells)

This ain’t joy with fireworks, bang, ta-da,
 it’s calm in a hoodie, socks in a draught.
 It’s “you eat first, I’ll nick what’s left,”
 it’s holding my breath when you look that wrecked.
 It’s you on the mat with your hair all wild,
 muttering slow like a sleepy child.
 It’s me not askin’, just passin’ toast,
 kiss on your temple, “you did most.”
 It’s us in the shop with a two-quid coin,
 laughin’ ‘cos we can’t afford the join.
 It’s “we’ll be fine,” and kind of mean it,
 blagging tomorrow ‘til we’ve seen it.
 It’s rain hittin’ puddles in sync with the heart,
 same bpm since the very first start.
 Same old hum in the bones, that drum,
 sayin’ “we’re knackered, love, but we’re not done.”
 And that’s grace, yeah? I’ll call it grace,
 not in church, in this place.
 In this flat, in this late night room,
 where rain makes halo in the gloom.

Small blessings, babe , let it rain, let it rain.
 Drip on the window sayin’ “stay, stay, stay.”
 Hands round a mug, forehead to mine,
 quiet little moments keep the whole thing fine.
 Small blessings, babe , not loud, not grand,
 just “I’m still here” and “I’ll still stand.”
 Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain ,
 love sounds like water on the window pane.
(rain ambience swells slightly, like the weather's answering)

We’ve been through it, yeah? understatin’.
 Whole bodies made out of waiting.
 Whole weeks built on “later, later,”
 whole chests tight like radiator.
 Had nights I was half dissolved,
 whole life askin’ to be solved.
 Had mornings you couldn’t get up, no chance ,
 eyes on the floor, in a grief trance.
 Still, we’re here. That matters most.
 Two spoons. One jam. One piece of toast.
 Soft playlist playin’ on a pound-shop phone,
 two of us crowded ‘round it like home.
 Still, we’re kind. That’s not nothin’.
 Still, we’re warm. That’s not bluffin’.
 Still, we check “you good?” at three,
 half-asleep but honestly.
 Still, we cover each other in quilts,
 even with all that ache we built.
 Still, we’re sayin’ “I love you, stay,”
 not big speech, just everyday.

Small blessings, babe , let it rain, let it rain.
 Drip on the window sayin’ “stay, stay, stay.”
 Hands round a mug, forehead to mine,
 quiet little moments keep the whole thing fine.
 Small blessings, babe , not loud, not grand,
 just “I’m still here” and “I’ll still stand.”
 Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain ,
 love sounds like water on the window pane.

small blessings (ft. rain)

Text:
Intro (spoken, soft female voice):
“Hey Kim, I heard you doubt the Moon…
So let me tell you a story —
About courage, silence, and dust that remembers.”

Verse 1 (sung)
They reached for the Moon,
Not for fame, not for a show,
Just to prove we could rise,
Higher than we ever thought we’d go.

Chorus
They left their hearts in the stars,
Their footprints in the glow —
No filter, no fake light,
Just the truth we’ll never outgrow.

(solo)

Verse 2
Six times they flew,
Twenty-two dreams came true,
The world watched in awe,
Then turned its eyes away too soon.

Bridge (spoken)
Money spoke louder than wonder,
But wonder still whispers from the Sea of Tranquility.
So next time you scroll —
Look up. The universe is waiting.

(solo)

Final Chorus
Make-up fades, but stars remain —
They don’t need likes,
They just shine.

Outro (spoken)
The last footprints still wait,
Untouched by wind or rain —
Maybe that’s the truest story we ever told.

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