Your name crosses my mind everytime I hear that very same music from that old abandoned radio over there—on top of the empty cupboard. It feels nostalgic. So much that in every line I feel like I'm tracing back our forgotten memories from the past. Memories of how we thought of building our future together, slowly.
Everytime that very same tune reaches my ears I can't help but remember all the 'what if's and the regrets I shouldn't have now if only I didn't push you back. If only I pulled you closer to my side that September night. If only I had the courage to hug you tight and never let go. But back then, I was too scared.
That melody, that melancholic sound of weeping hearts makes me wonder if you still utter my name, or if you can still remember it.
But if you don't, I hope this very same song I keep listening to reminds you of my name. I hope you still remember the way I used to sang a few sentimental lines. I hope you don't hate me that much. I hope you saw how I loved you even after that night—when I turned my back and took a step forward without you on my side.
I love you, I always do.
But I guess every songs has to end,
so it has to stop after a few minutes of playing.
But don't worry, this song's on unlimited requests...
And even if that old radio bid its goodbye, worry not, because I remember every lines.
Our song will keep on playing, here, inside my secluded mind.
—everytime i hear it from the radio
