Seasons of Sorrow

In the quiet of the twilight, where shadows merge with the light, My heart whispers your name, in the stillness of the night. The echo of our laughter, now a haunting serenade, Lingers in the silence, where once our love was made. [guitar solo] Beneath the weeping willow, where tears of nature fall, I trace the memory of your touch, against the crumbling wall. Our love, a fleeting season, now withered like autumn leaves, Drifting on the breeze of sorrow, through the barren trees. Our love, a fleeting season, now withered like autumn leaves, Drifting on the breeze of sorrow, through the barren trees.