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A season left in afterimage hangs by the window
Your smile stays wet at the end of every faded afternoon
Scenes that only sharpened after you were gone
Reflect softly at the edges of my days
The summer I thought had ended
Returns like a blurred reel whenever I close my eyes
Inside the season left in afterimage, you remain
The more you fade, the more beautiful you become
An afternoon that never ended turns into light
Spreading slowly across all my windows
Dust-like sunlight sits on an empty bench
A familiar scent stays in the cooling wind
Memories slower than words return like waves
Quietly soaking me beneath stopped time
The season grows closer the more I try to forget
Breathing slowly inside me again tonight
Inside the season left in afterimage, you remain
The more I close my eyes, the clearer you become
Even shattered scenes turn into a song
Shaking along the edge of dawn
Seasons pass, but light remains
Still leaning me toward you
If that summer was only a dream
Why does it still feel this warm?
Inside the season left in afterimage, you remain
Like a temperature that never disappears
Even blurred time can become love
So till the end, I’ll hold that season
