“Window Light Memories– Original Song by treegoway-song (Official Audio)”

🎵 Original Song by treegoway-song “Window Light Memories” is a 1970s-inspired bossa nova jazz lounge track sung by a husky-voiced woman sitting alone by the window, reminiscing about a past love. Warm nylon guitar, soft jazz piano, brushed drums, flute, and gentle strings create a nostalgic late-night mood. Perfect for relaxing, studying, emotional storytelling, or cozy rainy evenings I compose, write, and produce all my music. If you enjoy emotional melodies and heartfelt lyrics, please like, comment, and subscribe for more songs! 🔔 New music every week 🎧 Best with headphones Follow for more: YouTube: treegoway-song #BossaNova #JazzLounge #VintageJazz #SunoAI #JazzVocal #RainyMood #RelaxingJazz #EmotionalJazz #SadLoveSong #1970sVibe #originalsong #treegowaysong #newsong#treegowaysong #originalsong #newsong #indieartist #singersongwriter #originalmusic #lyricvideo #audio #emotionalmusic #chillmusic #relaxingvibes #love_song #englishsong #newmusic2025 #musicchannel #musicvideo #audioVisualizer #independentartist #songwriterlife #newrelease #musiclover #globalmusic =========================================== Soft rain on the window, tracing lines of you The chair you used to lean on still remembers too Your shadow in the corner, still dancing in my mind I whisper to the silence, wishing I could rewind Oh, in this quiet room, under the window light I still feel your warmth in the gentle night I hum these lonely notes, hoping they reach you somehow Tell me, darling… are you thinking of me now? My coffee’s getting colder, like the love we let fade But every little memory plays like a serenade Your laughter in the hallway, your footsteps in the dawn Even though you’re gone now… the feeling lingers on Oh, in this quiet room, under the window light I still feel your warmth in the gentle night I hum these lonely notes, hoping they reach you somehow Tell me, darling… are you thinking of me now? Maybe time will soften the ache inside my chest But tonight I sit alone, holding on to what’s left Here in this quiet room, under the fading light I dream you're coming back through the soft twilight I hum these tender notes, let the moon carry them now Tell me, darling… are you thinking of me now?