“Echoes of the Mist”

Strings gently, horns soft, distant percussion

The square fills with shadows,

the wind sweeps fallen leaves,

and light fractures across the rooftops.

— The afternoon leans low,

— and the river whispers ancient secrets.

— The echo of life hides in every corner,

— and the heart of the town beats in silence.

I walked among your memories,

each step a blow of silence.

The scent of your laughter still haunts me,

like mist that never fades.

How far you are, yet so close your voice feels!

Love of strength,

Oh you, traveler of shadows,

seeking your reflection in the fog,

open your soul and look to the sky:

there are stars that still hold our name.

Ah, but my heart trembles!

I feel myself lost without your eyes!

— Do not lose hope!

— Life still sings!

— But dreams can vanish

Your hands were my refuge,

your lips, my sweet torment.

Every memory ignites into fire,

every shadow caresses and wounds me.

If I could stop the night,

I would halt your departure,

but time is cruel,

and my voice can only call you from afar.

The world does not understand our tears,

but our souls meet in secret.

Your presence saves me,

even as the mist surrounds me,

even as the days steal your warmth.

May the echoes of the mist break into light!

May the square hear our love!

May the wind carry our song!

And may the stars guide us at dawn!

The square returns to silence,

the evening dissolves into fog.

Yet in every heart,

remains the flame of love,

and the echoes of a voice that never dies.