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[Track Information] 🎶 Title: A Lemon Day 🎙️ Artist/Producer: Crea [Track Description] Have you ever had one of those days? Missed flights, rainy skies, and just when you think it can't get worse... life hands you a lemon. Literally. 🍋 "A Lemon Day" is a musical journey from frustration to realization. It starts with the relatable weight of a terrible day but finds a turning point in the most unexpected place—a simple slice of lemon and the joyous laughter of children playing in the rain. This song is a reminder that while we can't always control what happens to us, we always have the power to choose our response. It's about turning bitterness into something sweet, chaos into grace, and finding the strength to "make lemonade" even when the clouds are grey. If you're having a tough day, let this track be your umbrella. Listen, breathe, and choose a brighter way. [Production Credits] 📝 Lyrics / Songwriting Direction / Melody Concept: Crea 🎵 Music Composition / Sound Design / Vocal Generation: Suno AI 🤝 Executive Producing / Final Mixing & Mastering: Crea & Gemini (AI Assistant) This music was created using AI technology. [Lyrics] Sunlight tried to break, but found a cloud instead. Stood alone at the gate, words left all unsaid. Missed the flight, a wrong date, hours melted into air. Just silent echoes, a weight too much to bear. Trudging home through hurried streets, drenched in dread, Then a sudden, sickening squish, beneath my weary tread. A glance down, a silent curse, on shoes and pant-leg stained, Lost my footing, stumbled, fell, as skies began to rain. Cold drops hitting like a drum, soaked through, down to the bone. "Today," I thought, "what have I done? I'm utterly alone." (Each new splash, another tear, in this unending, bitter flow.) Sought shelter in a cafe's warmth, Just trying to escape. Ordered comfort, half-awake. But when the waitress brought the tray, My eyes just locked and froze. A single, pale lemon slice, Instead of what I chose. (This sour twist, a mocking fate, staring back at me.) (Just a pause, a quiet breath, in this absurdity.) Then through the glass, where raindrops streamed, A joyous sound arose. Kids splashing in the puddles, In their soaking, happy clothes. They saw the rain, not as a curse, But a playground, pure and bright. And I held my lemon, staring, In that cafe's softest light. What kind of lemonade will I make From this lemon of a day? It was always inside me, To choose a brighter way. (Oh, this is my decision,) (A world I can believe!) How do I take this sudden sting, This unexpected fall? And let it teach a different song, Instead of blaming all? Is this just fate's cruel humor, A day designed to break? Or a canvas for resilience? Could this bitter, yellow fruit, Hold the promise of a sunrise? No magic spell, no easy oath to swear, Just this insistent question, Hanging in the rainy air. How do I transform the wreckage? And build a different morning? (Could this quiet moment turn the tide so swift?) (This inner whisper, my most powerful gift?) Then through the glass, where raindrops streamed, A joyous sound arose. Kids splashing in the puddles, In their soaking, happy clothes. They saw the rain, not as a curse, But a playground, pure and bright. And I held my lemon, staring, In that cafe's softest light. What kind of lemonade will I make From this lemon of a day? It was always inside me, To choose a brighter way. (Oh, this is my decision,) (A world I can believe!) The missed flight, the mud, the stumble, The rain-soaked, chilling shame. It echoed all the burdens, Whispering my old name. The lonely path, the hidden fears, The scars I tried to mend, They built no prison, just a world to transcend. The strength to rise, to write the script, Not from some distant star, But from the pure, raw lemon that I am. (Turning chaos into grace.) (From every single broken space.) (It starts with just a question.) So, when the next bitter fruit hits, Sharp and cold, I know. It's not the taste that haunts me, It's how I choose to grow. Yeah, what kind of lemonade will I make From this lemon of a day? (A simple shift, a turning point for me.) (My own blend...) (A new taste, for you and me.) #CreamYogurt #OriginalSong #AIArtist #SunoAI #Gemini #NewMusic #FullAudio #Motivation #HealingMusic #IndieVibes #PositiveEnergy