In the shadows Whispers linger, lost in the haze.
A silhouette of what used to be,
Haunted by a love, now just a memory.
Fading echoes of laughter, now silent cries,
In the gallery of time, where sorrow lies.
The dance of nostalgia in the pale moon's glow,
Footprints of moments, lost in the afterglow.
A portrait of love framed in shades of blue,
Fragments of us scattered like morning dew.
In the shadows Whispers linger, lost in the haze.
A silhouette of what used to be,
Haunted by a love, now just a memory.
Fading echoes of laughter, now silent cries,
In the gallery of time, where sorrow lies.
The dance of nostalgia in the pale moon's glow,
Footprints of moments, lost in the afterglow.
A portrait of love framed in shades of blue,
Fragments of us scattered like morning dew.
These tear-stained pages, the story of us,
A ballad of heartbreak.
Fading echoes of laughter, now silent cries,
In the gallery of time, where sorrow lies.
Fading echoes of laughter, now silent cries,
In the gallery of time, where sorrow lies.
The dance of nostalgia in the pale moon's glow,
Footprints of moments, lost in the afterglow.
A portrait of love framed in shades of blue,
Fragments of us scattered like morning dew.