The november nights flew out of the window panes,

Now, this moment gives me pain.

Had it been a long lost fairy tale,
We would have made it a fail.

Standing apart, moving down the line
I see us making it all fine.

Memories were sold at a stretch,
Let's not go ahead to fetch.

Counting days and nights of despair;
made it absolutely unfair.

Moving ahead with the pace of smile
The soul walked a thousand miles.