#Summer Fades Away

[mysterious-secret-garden]

Valentine Cameron Prinsep - At the First Touch of Winter, Summer Fades Away, 1897.

[moochilatv]

Summer Fades Away presents: June Yui

Great first track from the upcoming new album

"June Yui" originates from past storms, shaped eight years ago and reworked this year with a new arrangement and recording. It is also the first single from Summer Fades Away's forthcoming new album.

In a time when peace has not yet arrived, and where traditional knowledge has nowhere to be passed down, the youthful vigor of the past has long turned to dust.

Stream June Yui:

Established in 2008 in Changsha, China, Summer Fades Away is a visionary post-rock quintet that pioneers the fusion of traditional Chinese instrumentation with contemporary post-rock textures. Renowned for crafting emotionally charged auditory journeys, their soundscapes oscillate between meditative melancholy and cathartic intensity, anchored by atmospheric guitars, haunting keyboard motifs, and rhythmic precision. **Members:** Liu Honglin (guitar), Deng Yongpeng (keyboard), Li Jingxin (drums), Tang Shiyuan (bass), Jiang Qing (guitar).

Under the independent label 1724 Records, the band has released two critically acclaimed albums: – *Time Flies and Memory’s Cruel* (2011) – *We Meet the Last Time, Then Departure* (2012)

Their forthcoming album *Endless* (2025), anticipated as a bold evolution of their signature style, is set for release this spring, followed by an intimate domestic tour.

Their compositions reimagine traditional Chinese melodies (e.g., guzheng-inspired guitar phrasing) through post-rock’s expansive architectures, creating a transnational dialogue that resonates from intimate venues to festival stages.

[1724]

Chinese Post-Rock band Summer Fades Away will release 2025new album Endless

Blending Eastern heritage with modern nuance,Summer Fades Away,as one of China's top post-rock bands,their instrumental artistry comes alive in their third album, endless. After a 13-year hiatus, the renowned Chinese post-rock band returns with a collection that explores personal growth, the passage of time, urban transformation, and the storms of a changing nation.

endless captures the band’s signature sound—melodic, intense, raw, and defiant—while venturing into fresh sonic territories. Meticulously recorded over two years, the album features seven new tracks, available digitally and in limited-edition CD and vinyl formats, each with unique mastering and subtle track variations. Released by 1724 Records, endless marks a bold new chapter.

Accompanying the release, Summer Fades Away embarks on a 2025 nationwide tour, spanning 21 cities across China. With sweeping melodies and explosive climaxes, this post-rock journey is not to be missed.

For post-rockers, the name 'Summer Fades Away' should not be missed.

[sonic-emporium]

'Twas a long time ago When she watched him sail away And the look in his eye Said he'd be back here someday And the treasure in her heart Oh she promised she would save Now she waits under the Blue Moon While the Winter turns to grey And the Summer fades away

Now the story's often told Of that old Maid down the lane And the sadness in her eyes How she never wore his ring And the treasure in her heart How she keeps it locked away While she waits under the Blue Moon While the Winter turns to grey And the Summer fades away

[andoutofharm]

when assigning fob albums to seasons/weather patterns, almost everyone (myself included) assigns ab/ap to summer - oppressive heat, oppressive expectations, oppressive relationships. but i love that the album was released in january, because at its heart it is a dead of winter album. it’s remembering the summer you had, once. it’s about remembering summer’s heat that has long since given way to frost but the memory of it remains and you long for its warmth even as you know that, when summer eventually comes, it will just disappoint you.

[arinewman7]

At the First Touch of Winter, Summer Fades Away

Valentine Cameron Prinsep

[velvet--sunsets]

[roguelov]

… I saw a video of someone buzzing their hair and the bug got me again it’s nibbling on my ear whispering bad things

[oveliagirlhaditright]

Parallels.

[elejahfanfic]

Never Fade Away

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_btvs_fanfiction

_buffyverse

_ats_au ending 5x22

Buffy, Willow, Giles and Cordelia help Angel and his team beat the Black Thorn

@iwillrememberyoumarathon

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Prologue

Days before the clash with the Black Thorn

Buffy waited for Angel in an alley very well-known to both of them.

"A true soldier!" Buffy teased as stepped out of the shadows.

"What?" Angel turned around as the familiar voice cut through the night.

"It's me" the blonde woman said with a sweet endearing tone.

"Buffy" the vampire muttered and then smiled."It's dangerous. We said we won't meet. Remember"

"Danger is my middle name. Did you forget," she chuckled, "And anyway -I've got this special protection now. No worries. It's all about you and me being invicible. A Mohra demon said that once."

"How do you - know about the Mohra demon? "Angel stuttered. The demon's name awoke memories that he had hoped would stay in the past.

"The PTB- and Cordelia!" Buffy said, "It was all about you and me- always. They messed up and now we have to make things right."

"And I guess the Black Thorn, too?" Angel wondered.

"Willow was the one who sent Wesley the message!" Buffy continued. She was very official still, keeping her emotions guarded. But standing there so close to him, her whole being was shaken and it was so hard to keep her cool. "Drogyn will tell them about Illyria- uhm- I'm sorry-about Fred!"

"Yeah, it's not good to excavate ancient stuff!" Angel sighed inwardly.

"Don't we know about that one!" Buffy recalled the whole unfortunate business of Acathla.

"So, it is all set?" Angel moved on swiftly to the business at hand.

Buffy nodded. Her blue eyes looked at him longingly. Angel cared only for two things now, to have her back and destroy the Thorn. She looked at the watch to see how long she had before she had to leave.

"You have to go, I guess" he said sadly.

"Not just yet," she said and she gestured to him to follow her.

And he did.

[1724]

Chinese Post-Rock band Summer Fades Away will release new album Endless

Chinese Post-Rock band Summer Fades Away will release their third album.Endless,album's title,未完 in Chinese.The new album will collecting 7 tracks that created since 2013 to 2025.Endless mean,it's not time to say goodbye yet,the past can't change. More information coming soon. Four tracks been uploaded already,taste it https://open.spotify.com/playlist/42ftvMeDQqXXHyYqtWGwqJ

About Summer Fades Away

Known to the public since 2008, starting in Changsha.Good mix of traditional Chinese instruments with modern post rock elements. Atmospheric, epic, and well, if you like post rock, you know what you’re getting into. This is Summer Fades Away.They have always been a name that post-rock enthusiasts both domestically and internationally would not overlook. Their music blends sorrow and beauty, gradually unfolding in grand narratives. Between the transitions of gentleness and explosive bursts, sincerity and sentimentality run throughout, pure and resolute. Summer Fades Away located at Changsha,southwest China.Have two albums released by 1724 Records.Band members include Liu Hong Lin(G);Deng Yong Peng(K);Li JIng Xin(D);Tang Shi Yuan(B);Jiang Qing(G).Their new album named Endless,will release soon.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

It All Fades Away

The pounding on his front door had Harry’s head jerking up from the carving that he was doing. He’d heard the car driving by a couple of minutes ago, strange enough, but he hadn’t expected anyone to show up at his door. That was the point of this pretty little cabin, hidden in the mountainside in Montana.

No one had been here since Draco had shown up on his doorstep six months ago looking for a place to stay for a night (or four as the case had been). But that certainly didn't bear thinking about.

There was another round of pounding and Harry stood and made his way across the room, pulling the door open, expecting to see some lost driver who couldn't get any reception.

Instead it was Draco standing in the doorway, long hair tied back in a braid, wearing a pair of skinny jeans and the plaid shirt that Harry hadn't been able to find for the past six months. "Harry," Draco murmured, like he was surprised to see him.

He closed the door again, heart beating loudly in his ears, he felt a little dizzy. Harry screwed his eyes shut, then opened them again, he was dreaming, he must be.

But then, if he was dreaming, why wouldn't he let Draco in? At least enjoy the time they could have, even if it wasn't real.

A tentative fist knocking on the door and Harry pulled it open again.

"I'm sorry," Draco blurted, reaching out a hand for Harry but not actually touching him. "I'm sorry that I left without a word. I'm sorry that I just disappeared. You didn't deserve that."

He swallowed, looked Draco over from head to toe and took a step back, gesturing for him to come in.

Draco's shoulders released, tension draining as he stepped inside.

"Why are you back?" Harry asked, voice a little hoarse and gravelly from disuse, before heading toward the kitchen and taking out the tea. Funny that he hadn't forgotten how Draco took his.

The chair slid out from the table and Draco sat down, Harry didn't have to be looking at him to know that Draco's eyes were on him. He'd done the same thing every time that Harry had cooked anything for them when he'd been here all those months ago.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," Draco said and Harry almost dropped the tea cup he'd been holding.

He glanced over at Draco with a sardonic grin, "you don't fuck off for six months from someone you can't stop thinking about."

"You weren't the reason I came to the States," he replied.

Harry nodded, placing a cup of tea in front of Draco at the table but not taking the seat across from him. He leaned against the counter instead, "You were trying to get some perspective. That's what you said, right? Trying to get some space."

"I was trying to find myself," Draco replied bluntly.

He hummed and took a sip of tea, "And?"

"I've seen the most beautiful things," Draco said. "Mountains, and oceans, trees that are thousands and thousands of years old. I've seen cacti, and deserts, and giant canyons. More wildlife and flowers than you can imagine. The things that I've seen," he shook his head, "Harry, I've wept for joy of seeing them, with experiencing them. I've been freer than I've ever been in my entire life."

Harry nodded, took another sip of tea, he'd let him share his life. How could he not? He was happy to share the joy the other man possessed.

"But it all fades to absolutely nothing when it's compared to you."

He blinked, "Sorry?"

"For the past six months, all I could think about were the four nights in your arms. All I could think about was what you might say about the places I've been. All I could imagine was waking up in the early morning light and admiring the way the sun makes your skin glow bronze. Every restaurant I ate in, I imagined the way you'd delight in the flavors, the seasoning; the way you'd enjoy the food in front of you. And every night, I'd lie awake and feel the ghost of your fingers on me; soft and almost reverent, like I was something worthy of being cherished."

"You are," Harry said simply.

Draco swallowed, "And I came back to see," he shook his head, clenched his fingers around the tea cup, "I wondered if maybe you felt a little bit the same."

"Draco," he said incredulously, "I asked you to stay with me." He shook his head, "six months ago, while your body was warm, and heavy, and sated, pressed flush against mine on that bed," he said, pointing to the bed in the corner of the cabin. "I kissed you and I asked you to stay. I gave you my entire fucking heart."

"I-" Draco started but Harry interrupted him.

"You were the one who left-"

"I know," he said, tucking a hair behind his ear. "I'm sorry-"

"I'm not saying that because I want you to feel sorry," he said with a frown. "I'm saying it because I already told you that I wanted you. Of course I feel the same."

Draco's head snapped up, eyes searching Harry's face, "Really?" he whispered.

"Yes, of course, really," he groused.

Before he could get any more words out, Draco flew across the space between them, throwing himself into Harry's arms. And Harry caught him on reflex, arms enfolding him, drawing him closer as he breathed him in. "I missed you," Draco whispered.

"Well it's your own stupid fault," he grumbled but his hands soothed over Draco's back and sides. "I missed you too," he relented, "so much."

Draco swallowed and pulled back, "if the offer still stands," he whispered, "I'd like to stay."

Harry nodded, swallowing around the lump in his throat, "It still stands."

"Can we travel, too?"

He laughed, cupping Draco's cheeks in his palms, "I'm afraid there isn't much that I wouldn't give you."

"You'll love it," Draco assured, grinning brightly at him.

"With you?" he said, "I'm sure I will."

Draco leaned in and rested their foreheads together, "Maybe just a little time here for us first," he said.

And the two of them traveled the world together, but it was always true that the other was the thing that they longed to see the most.

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[imaginarianisms]

the children of king aegon iv targaryen & captain bellegere otherys.

bellenora otherys-targaryen: born in the maidenvault in the red keep the same year the princesses of the maidenvault were imprisoned, bellenora inherited all of her mother's great beauty & took after her in the refined etiquette of a courtesan. under her mother's tutelage, she learned from the matriarch not only the art of a courtesan, but political intrigue & using daggers. graceful & elegant, bellenora became popular in king's landing & singers wrote tales of her great beauty after the death of king baelor. she grew weary of her royal father's antics, however, & decided to make her own destiny across the narrow sea. after his death, she sailed to braavos & became a courtesan under the same title as her mother: the black pearl of braavos. bellenora was said to be the most beautiful woman in all the world in her day with singers making songs about her beauty, seamstresses begging to make her the most beautiful dresses, showered with gifts by goldsmiths, bravos killing each other in her name & merchants, nobles, princes, & even kings vied for her hand in marriage. wedding a sealord, she became wealthy for the rest of her long life living in luxury, with her descendants continue the courtesan tradition to this day: house otherys.

narha otherys-targaryen: born in the maidenvault two years after her elder sister, narha grew up a rebellious child, a perfect combination of both of her parents. wild almost from birth, narha took the path of her mother, becoming a pirate queen. seafarer by nature & by trade & skilled in blades & archery with a goldenheart bow, her vessel the black dragon's goldenheart has made port in hundreds of docks across westeros & essos & sailed as far east as the dark city of asshai-beyond-the-shadow. eventually she stopped sailing & settled down south in the summer isles & became the ruling princess of the summer isles in her own right after uniting the princes & princesses of the summer isles under her rule to fight against the ghiscari slavers. after the war, she established her own dynasty, under her rule, the summer isles prospered in a way they haven't in centuries, even when westeros was long at war, with trade growing to westeros & essos, & her descendants still widely respected to this day.

balerion otherys-targaryen: the only son of the three, balerion, named after balerion the black dread, the largest, fiercest & most terrifying dragon ridden by aegon the conqueror himself, from his namesake balerion was destined to become a fierce warrior, born two years after his sister, growing up in the maidenvault & was raised by the many ladies who lived there until his royal father demanded to see his second son. it was said for quite a long time that balerion was aegon's favorite son, unlike his trueborn son daeron by his wife naerys... that is, until daemon waters (later known as daemon blackfyre) was born years later. he grew up to become a warrior then as a retired pirate, he was once captain of his own crew until he retired to become a bravo, using both his skills as knight & a water dancer to fight in the streets of braavos to defend his elder sister's honor, was briefly exiled from the city after an altercation with the sealord's son where the latter was slain after he insulted his family & in that time of exile he headed east towards volantis & valyria & was rumored to follow the rhoyne to its headwaters & explored the shadowy depths of the forests of qohor & then upon returning became the first sword of braavos then he went on to gain his own titles & rose to become the sealord of braavos: balerion otherys, son of the black pearl, the black dread, scion of braavos, the summer isles & old valyria & keeper of the three dragon eggs lady elissa farman gave to the sealord of braavos all those years ago, the very three petrified eggs that would eventually come to hatch over a century later into queen daenerys i targaryen's three dragons: drogon, rhaegal & viserion.

[misscromwellsmonocle]

At the First Touch of Winter, Summer Fades Away (c. 1897) by Valentine Cameron Prinsep

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