In the shadows of the twilight, where the winding brook flows,
Dreams are dancing with the echoes, where the silent longing grows.
On a wooden bridge, I linger, feeling the cool evening breeze,
With a fading lantern glowing softly, among the whispering trees.
Chasing visions of the future, painting tales of what could be,
Out there lies an open horizon, waiting just for you and me.
Through the whispers of the night air, tender songs begin to spin,
Like a whispered ballad calling, soft and sweet, drawing me in.
The stars above are shimmering, like old friends up in the sky,
Telling stories of our journey, as the shadows pass us by.
Every moment feels eternal, every heartbeat holds a tune,
In the silence of these canyons, under the watchful crescent moon.
With the fading lantern flickering, guiding us through the dark,
We’ll wander hand in hand together, find that always-hidden spark.
For in the stillness of the forest, love is a gentle breeze that sighs,
Carrying every whispered wish, beneath the vast and endless skies.
So let the winding brook remind us of the paths that we have trod,
And the wooden bridge beneath our feet, where we’ve danced with dreams abroad.
As the fading lantern dims, love will remain our guiding light,
In this misty canyon’s haven, through the shadows we take flight.
And as dawn breaks on the horizon, with colors bold and bright,
We’ll hold each other closely, facing the world with all our might.
For in the whispers of this moment, we found our way back home,
In the echoes of the canyon, love will never roam alone.
Folk
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