In the rustling leaves, the stories sway,
By wooden bridges where we used to play,
In the silent valley, where whispers find their way,
Carrying memories of our golden day.
As the fading firelight drifts upon the stream,
We would walk through open fields lost in a dream,
With a shimmering brook reflecting the stars,
Our hearts took flight, no boundaries, no bars.
Hand in hand, we’d wander down the trails,
Tracing timeless journeys in soft evening veils,
With the moonlight guiding our path through the night,
In the gentle embrace of the softest twilight.
The shadows deepen, the night unfolds,
Tales of our laughter and secrets shared bold,
In the quiet moments where time seems to bend,
We find the courage that love can transcend.
So let’s gather these days, like leaves in the fall,
Every heartbeat a promise, every tear a wall,
Together we'll conquer the storms that we face,
With the comfort of knowing, we’ll find our place.
As we drift through the echoes, the world fades away,
In this dance of forever, let the music play,
For in every rustling leaf, we see the signs,
That life’s sweetest journeys are those intertwined.
So here beneath the stars, let our spirits be free,
In the stories of the night, just you and me,
With a love that's eternal, as the morning light,
We’ll carry this journey, through the still of the night.
Folk
Rustling leaves, Wooden bridges, Silent valley, Fading firelight, Open fields, Shimmering brook, Timeless journey
Folk
Rustling leaves, Wooden bridges, Silent valley, Fading firelight, Open fields, Shimmering brook, Timeless journey