Haavekuva (Ether)

第三把钥匙：Room 03 - 《温暖的仓库》
这是最容易被误解的房间。里面没有家具，只有阳光透过高窗，照亮空气中缓缓飞舞的尘埃，以及堆满角落的“记忆旧物”：褪色的照片、断线的耳机、写了一半的信。在这里，沉溺并非堕落，而是与自己所有的过去，安静地、宽容地待在一起。音乐中那股“沉稳的热血感”，正是这个房间独特的温度——一种内向的、自我容纳的温暖。Kuva的声音如同阳光下的尘埃，温柔、模糊，带着接纳一切的倦意。

A perfect moon, drawn on the ice-lake's skin,
Dissolves into a breath, a wind that never begins.
The only truth left trembling in my hand,
Is the deep and silent cold where your warmth once began.
I traced the path your footsteps left in sand,
But they were just the water's shadow, slipping like a strand.
A watcher in the hollow of this wound, I understand,
The sun will rise, relentless, in another, distant land.
Phantom, Phantom, a winter rose that never knows decay.
Your name's an echo in a hall where all the walls have turned to clay.
Haavekuva.
In this pale light, I'm frozen in the ceremony of my dismay.
These words, from a letter never sent, never signed,
They orbit my quiet mind, a silent, silver-lined hymn I can't unbind.
Each syllable, a perfect raindrop on our window, so defined,
A crystal world, then gone—leaving only the trace behind.
You were the lasting shadow when the sunset's flame was spent,
A gentle afterglow before the final dark was sent.
Now I've become a shadow too, in endless search of what you meant,
A fading silhouette in a dusk that holds no testament.
Phantom, Phantom, a map of longing where no roads remain.
Yet in this void, I'll build a temple from the memory that won't fade or wane.
Haavekuva.
Its altar is the echo of a promise,
Borne of joy and pain.
Mi kortuŝis vin, sed vi estis nur ombro de vero…
Mi kaptis la reflekton, kaj la akvo ridetis.
Nun, mi trinkas tiun rideton, kaj ĝi estas mia tuta mondo.