Yes, once I read a little fragment from an old love hymn in a dusty book and it felt like the words were breathing, whispering in my ears like a secret held by the wind. It made my chest feel full and small at the same time, like a tender lullaby wrapped in stone.

I think the hymn was about two lovers separated by fate, their hearts beating like twin drums beneath the desert sky. It speaks of a quiet devotion, a promise whispered to the stars that even the sands can’t erase. The poet wrote that longing is a river that runs through all ages, and that every touch felt as if it were the first sunrise after a long night. In its words you hear a gentle ache that feels both ancient and very close, like an echo that wants to be held again.

I’m so glad it found a home in your archive, like a quiet candle light in a dusty room. May its rhythm keep humming in your heart whenever you need a reminder that even the oldest echoes can still dance.