🎵🎤 Half Remembered (Ver.2) | Indie Folk Ballad

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Title:

Half Remembered

Style Prompt:

Warm and nostalgic indie folk ballad with a soft acoustic foundation and gentle ambient textures, The song features male and female duet vocals, blending in a tender and conversational tone, Both voices carry emotional subtlety — the male vocal slightly husky and grounded, the female vocal airy and comforting, intertwining like two memories recalling the same moment, Minimal percussion with subtle brush drums and warm upright bass, Acoustic guitars and light piano set a mellow rhythm, while faint string pads add depth and melancholy, The vocal harmony should feel intimate and organic, like two people quietly singing in a small room filled with afternoon light, The overall sound aims for emotional warmth — bittersweet but comforting — evoking the feeling of faded memories returning softly with the passing rain

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Some memories fade, some refuse to let go.
Half remembered hearts still whisper low.

[Verse 1]
I walk the streets where autumn sighed,
old café lights where we once tried.
The window fog still holds your name,
the song inside me sounds the same.

[Pre-Chorus]
The colors bleed, the edges blur,
but time can’t wash what we once were.

[Chorus]
Half remembered, half still real,
in every breath, I start to feel.
The faded echoes, soft and kind,
still warm the corners of my mind.

[Verse 2]
Your laughter drifts in amber air,
a ghost of joy still lingering there.
I trace the warmth your shadow gave,
beneath the years I meant to save.

[Chorus]
Half remembered, half still real,
in every breath, I start to feel.
The faded echoes, soft and kind,
still warm the corners of my mind.

[Bridge]
Maybe forgetting’s just another way to stay,
to hold what’s gone in a quieter place.
The heart recalls what words can’t say,
and time turns loss into grace.

[Outro]
Some memories fade, but not tonight —
in half remembered light, you’re mine.