09/06/2026
Small droplets of rain falls on my body. I feel it just enough to not feel comfortable. Breezes of cold air flows through me. The walk is nice. From TSC to Newmarket, entirety of the street is lit with white lights. As I begin walking, so does the buildup of the song, Mellow, Slow, Jaded Sadness allover. As the vocalist hits the words 'Nightingale', so does it hit my soul with infinite regrets, of who I could be, of what I did wrong. Every mistakes, Every faults, Every stretch of elaborated misery comes down on me crumbling as the vocals hit the same 'Nightingale' part again and again. There is no end to this Melancholy.
Tearwave - Nightingale (2007)
