In summer, spring, autumn, winter
You walked into my life,
I didn't knew when,
you became so important to me
I sat by the windowsill,
waiting for your replies,
I rush by as my phone rang,
Hoping it's you, you're irreplaceable
I remember those days, So vividly,
as if it happened just yesterday,
We talked for hours, and hours
I never got tired of our talks
In Day, afternoon, evening, night,
You live in a chapter of my heart,
Which I never want to rewrite,
You matter to me more than you know
It was 14/03 when we last shared our memories,
We were each other's reverence,
Our bond run soo deep,
We honored each other
It's like two fireflies,
lighting up the night in the forest,
Glowing softly for each other,
Even if they can't fly side by side forever
We were close, but distant,
I wanted to be with him,
He wanted to let go,
Afraid of ever hurting me
Little did he know, losing him,
It hurted me more than anything,
He reached me, I healed him
A mark left, so beautiful yet tragic
I was his gentle goodbye,
In his mind, a fond memory,
I was his light, a silent awe
I became his unheld warmth
In summer, spring, autumn, winter
You walked into my life,
Beloved of mine, you became my world
—and I call it my quiet devotion.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 2:01 AM UTC
In summer, spring, autumn, winter
You walked into my life,
I didn't knew when,
you became so important to me
I sat by the windowsill,
waiting for your replies,
I rush by as my phone rang,
Hoping it's you, you're irreplaceable
I remember those days, So vividly,
as if it happened just yesterday,
We talked for hours, and hours
I never got tired of our talks
In Day, afternoon, evening, night,
You live in a chapter of my heart,
Which I never want to rewrite,
You matter to me more than you know
It was 14/03 when we last shared our memories,
We were each other's reverence,
Our bond run soo deep,
We honored each other
It's like two fireflies,
lighting up the night in the forest,
Glowing softly for each other,
Even if they can't fly side by side forever
We were close, but distant,
I wanted to be with him,
He wanted to let go,
Afraid of ever hurting me
Little did he know, losing him,
It hurted me more than anything,
He reached me, I healed him
A mark left, so beautiful yet tragic
I was his gentle goodbye,
In his mind, a fond memory,
I was his light, a silent awe
I became his unheld warmth
In summer, spring, autumn, winter
You walked into my life,
Beloved of mine, you became my world
—and I call it my quiet devotion.
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