Sometimes I like to close my eyes and pretend you still love me,
In the quiet darkness, your memory feels so real, so free.
Sometimes I think I am nothing to you, just a fleeting why,
Yet sometimes I believe you are mine, under the endless sky.

Sometimes the silence speaks louder than words could ever do,
And in those quiet moments, I dream I'm still with you.
Sometimes the stars seem to whisper your name, soft and clear,
But sometimes they remind me, you're no longer near.

Sometimes I catch myself smiling at the thought of your face,
A fleeting moment where time forgets its relentless pace.
Sometimes the wind carries echoes of the love we once knew,
And sometimes, in its...