In the heart of twilight, when shadows softly play,
I drift back to the good old days, where memories gently sway.
A time of joy and innocence, where laughter knew no bounds,
Where every corner of our world was filled with wondrous sounds.

Long summer days that never seemed to end,
With golden sun and skies so blue, on which our dreams would depend.
Running through the meadows, with the wind against our face,
A carefree spirit guiding us, to every hidden place.

Winter nights...