Days are stacking up on each other
A flower is tender and can be crumble easily, a little force is enough
Eventually, it will dry up and move towards the world of decay
Hope can't be pour on this flower then

The scene through which we have gazed long at the same stars is as futile as our
crying over those withered days
The sky doesn't look the same from here
the shades are surely different

We can't go back and live our memories again however can attain peace from those
vivid images, as they can't haze

Under the undying shed of beloved tree,
We both shaped by similar pain so, we were
able to understand each other deeply,
Seasons lose their colours and leave traces of them back and we wait for the time when
they will show themselves again

The scene is fading and from now on these
emotions will spill over every step we take towards the future,
We can't keep our eyes off from this unwavering sadness by doing so we will
going to hurt ourselves even more
We simply can't forget each other

The twigs are swaying by the ruthless wind
A bird sitting on the branch, slowly spreads its wings and fly high as it will reach eternity

This stripped off beauty of nature calmly sings our past, in those days we gave
ourselves countless reasons to cry and smile, sadly I can't bring back that time as our end was so near
My only reason to grieve

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