Under the whisper of a midnight sky, I wandered where the starlight softly lies. Each shimmer told a secret meant for two, In every glistening note, I sing for you.

In the dusk of forgotten days, I watched summer hours unfurl like silent prayers. Your eyes, shattered lanterns on a gilded stage, Lit a garden of regret where truth and longing share. Petals drift on winds of remorse and grace, Their delicate descent a whisper of lost desire, In that sacred space where time leaves its trace— A slow, inevitable requiem set afire.

Under the pallid glow of a forsaken moon, I wander dim streets where lost memories bloom; In the quiet decay of a midnight commune, Your branches rise, dispelling the gloom. A silent hymn of fruit and whispered lore, Where sorrow meets solace in each scarred root— I trace the ghosts that haunt forevermore, In the sacred shadow where hope takes fruit.

Moonlight dances on silent streets, Footsteps fade, where midnight meets. Soft whispers carried by the breeze, Lonely hearts find gentle ease.

In the quiet dusk of dreaming, When twilight whispers goodbye, The world falls into shadow, Yet the stars begin to cry. Every spark is like a secret, A promise in the skies, Hand in hand we wander, Into a night that never dies.

In the velvet quiet of midnight’s embrace, A shimmering figure moves with timeless grace. Her eyes, twin constellations in the endless dark, Whisper cosmic secrets, igniting a spark.

Golden dusk drapes the rooftops in firelight glow, Shadows stretch like long-lost echoes down the avenue, Soft footsteps trace forgotten stories on midnight stone, Where the city sighs, breathing life anew.

Golden light through the willow trees, Salty air on an ocean breeze, Footsteps fading in warm white sand, No rush, no plans—just time in our hands.

Is it the same?

I need a sunny day

So please don't go away

And please don't rain today.

The moon and stars, they light the night

The moon is high, the stars are bright

My song of love, my song of love

Is this love, love, love?