To Lewis and to You.
The scattered orange glow of streetlights feels unusually kind in this biting winter air. Lewis, I wonder if you are gazing upon this quiet, snowy path from somewhere beyond.
This white world reminds me of that old wardrobe we once opened together. I carefully unfold the memories we tucked away—the jewel-like stories we shared and the warmth of the paths we trod. These fragments wrap around this season like a soft, familiar coat.
Our lives are like notes etched on fresh snow; each carries its own beautiful, hidden melody.
I hope the longings and confessions of the journey come to rest as songs. As Level Up Audio begins its story, my only wish is that a warm melody finds its home in your season, too.
With grace and regards,
From your friend, and Level Up Audio.
- Lyrics
The streetlights flicker in the pale grey sky
Another December just passing by
I put on my coat, heavy with snow
Walking the path where we used to go
The world is silent, painted in white
Thinking of you in the fading lightBreath turns to mist in the freezing air
I look for your shadow, but you’re not there
Is it a dream?
Or a memory calling?
Just like the snowflakes, gently fallingOh, Lewis, do you see this view?
The winter is cold, but I’m warm with you
Like a secret door to a land far away
We’re frozen in time on this snowy day
Lewis, my friend, in the white and the deep
A promise of winter is ours to keepFootprints left on the powdered ground
The only trace that can be found
Remember the stories, the magic we knew?
Under the lamppost, waiting for you
The year is ending, the clock strikes slow
But I hear your laughter in the wind’s low blowOh, Lewis, do you see this view?
The winter is cold, but I’m warm with you
Like a secret door to a land far away
We’re frozen in time on this snowy day
Lewis, my friend, in the white and the deep
A promise of winter is ours to keepSeasons may change, and the ice may melt
But I hold on to the joy that I felt
Open the wardrobe, step into the cold
A story written in letters of goldOh, Lewis, do you hear this song?
Where the nights are cold and the days are long
Like a secret door to a land far away
I’m missing you more on this snowy day
Lewis, my friend, in the white and the deep
Your memory is the treasure I keepThe snow keeps falling
On the windowsillGoodnight, Lewis.