I cry remembering you, I smile remembering you,
Sometimes in my tears, sometimes in my laughter,
the echo of your presence still lives within me I cry for the moments I lost,
the ones that will forever live only in my memories I smile after losing you,
because even pain has now become a habit.

Under the dusk and moon so bright,
I sat with a tree in the quiet night.
A story I told, my heart poured out,
The tree listened still, its tears fell about.

The wind grew cold, I shivered alone,
My cap offered little; the chill had grown.
Then she appeared with shawls in hand,
Her warmth like a fire, a love so grand.

She gave me one, but I let it fall,
I held her close, that was all.
In her arms, the cold withdrew,
Under one shawl, our love felt true.

A branch then broke, and I awoke,
The tree still cried, my dream spoke.
It was a moment, brief yet serene,
A memory of love in a moonlit dream.

The songs you once played, the songs you once heard,
each one still lingers in my mind. Whenever I hear them,
you come rushing back from the deepest corners of my heart!

Were you not the one who swore to stay,
To guard my soul and keep pain at bay?
Were you not the one who held my hand, Promising forever in shifting sands?

What changed in you, where did you go?
Why did your warmth turn so cold, so slow? Was it my love, or your restless heart,
That tore us, piece by piece, apart?

Do you see the scars you left behind?
Do you hear the echoes in my mind?
When you turn back, seeking what was,
Do you question the wreckage of your cause?

Why return now, with guilt in your eyes,
What fuels this longing, these broken ties?
Is it regret, or selfish need,
That makes you beg while I still bleed?

Do you believe that time will heal,
That shattered trust can again feel real?
Or is this just another game you play,
A fleeting moment before you stray?

Tell me now, and tell me true,
What is it you seek from the ashes of you?
For I've risen higher than your pain,
Do you think I'll let you hurt me again?