Small, cool pearls, nestled deep in the pond of memory. Forgotten words, like murmuring light, hide within the beauty of night. Each rainbow-sheened bead is only a buried tear— a single moment, a year gone by. A young heart once sang, its joyful voice now drifting in echoes, tearless and quiet. Verses conceal themselves, a sweet little game; lines fade into the river of time, softly whispering a beloved name. Hidden love, like a guarded treasure— thought of while awake, and asleep while dreaming. These precious gems, untouched, unseen, reflect a love that might have been. One pearl of joy, one pearl of ache, lost in the mist— like a rainy night in Keelung, sometimes sorrowful, sometimes smiling. Will these memories return, restored and whole? Or will they remain asleep deep within the soul? These buried loves, these hidden rhymes, wait for their moment to surface and breathe the quiet air of love.