Fading

The sound of music drawing to a close.  It's called fading.

The color of a shirt left under the heat of the sun.  It will surely go fading.

The intense feeling of 'firsts' once these have started to go.  It is fading.

The enchantment over an ideal that has been the center of one's life.  Fading.

Most things, tangible or not, go the natural course of fading.

How much more can this endure against the strong force of the word?  Fading.