Liora 앨범 : Midnight Rainfall
작사 : Velto
작곡 : Velto
편곡 : Velto
The storm has passed, the glass is clear
But there’s a weight the sky forgot to take
Umbrellas close, the streets dry slow
Your shadow left before your coat
No messages, no goodbyes
But your scent’s still soaked into my door
This is the aftertaste of rain
Bittersweet, soft like jazz in a closed café
No storm, no sound
Just that silent echo you left
This city moves — but I’m still tasting you
The vinyl skips at 2 a.m.
And I keep letting it play
As if the scratch is some reply
You never got to send my way
This is the aftertaste of rain
Not sorrow — just something undone
No tears, no drama
Just a pause between two lives
And the scent of something that never left
I’m not waiting
But I haven’t forgotten how your footsteps sounded on wet concrete
Some things
Aren’t remembered — they just remain
So here’s to the quiet
To jazz after the storm
And to the part of me
Still carrying your rain
The storm has passed, the glass is clear
But there’s a weight the sky forgot to take
Umbrellas close, the streets dry slow
Your shadow left before your coat
No messages, no goodbyes
But your scent’s still soaked into my door
This is the aftertaste of rain
Bittersweet, soft like jazz in a closed café
No storm, no sound
Just that silent echo you left
This city moves — but I’m still tasting you
The vinyl skips at 2 a.m.
And I keep letting it play
As if the scratch is some reply
You never got to send my way
This is the aftertaste of rain
Not sorrow — just something undone
No tears, no drama
Just a pause between two lives
And the scent of something that never left
I’m not waiting
But I haven’t forgotten how your footsteps sounded on wet concrete
Some things
Aren’t remembered — they just remain
So here’s to the quiet
To jazz after the storm
And to the part of me
Still carrying your rain
The storm has passed, the glass is clear
But there’s a weight the sky forgot to take
Umbrellas close, the streets dry slow
Your shadow left before your coat
No messages, no goodbyes
But your scent’s still soaked into my door
This is the aftertaste of rain
Bittersweet, soft like jazz in a closed café
No storm, no sound
Just that silent echo you left
This city moves — but I’m still tasting you
The vinyl skips at 2 a.m.
And I keep letting it play
As if the scratch is some reply
You never got to send my way
This is the aftertaste of rain
Not sorrow — just something undone
No tears, no drama
Just a pause between two lives
And the scent of something that never left
I’m not waiting
But I haven’t forgotten how your footsteps sounded on wet concrete
Some things
Aren’t remembered — they just remain
So here’s to the quiet
To jazz after the storm
And to the part of me
Still carrying your rain