"Do you remember the summer nights, standing barefoot on dew-kissed grass?"
"The crickets knew us by name then, didn't they?"
"Sometimes I think they still hum that tune out there, just beyond the window."

"There was that rainbow after the rain, shimmering like a secret bridge."
"You told me it led to the lost city of colors, a place where hues danced like fireflies."
"Did we ever leave those stories behind?"

Feel the Beat