n the quiet dawn, your warmth was my sanctuary,
Your golden hair spread like a whispered storm,
We are echoes of the past, threads in an ancient tapestry,
In cities and forests, lovers smiled like us,
But now, distance pulls us apart, and we must try to hold on,
Your eyes, soft with sorrow,
This isn't how farewells should be spoken.

I've no desire for another, as I wander through my days,
Walk with me to the edge, our steps remain in harmony,
My love walks with you, as yours rests with me,
Change is the constant, like tides on the shore,
Let's not speak of love or chains unbreakable,
Your eyes, soft with sorrow,
This isn't how farewells should be spoken.

In the quiet dawn, your warmth was my sanctuary,
Your golden hair spread like a whispered storm,
We are echoes of the past, threads in an ancient tapestry,
In cities and forests, lovers smiled like us,
Let's not speak of love or chains unbreakable,
Your eyes, soft with sorrow,
This isn't how farewells should be spoken.