Faded photographs, a burned out fireplace
A single string of smoke coming out of the ashtray
Scratched CDs stuck in a dusty player, broken plastic cassettes with their tape torn
A puddle of dry ink on a paper that has long yellowed out
Remnants of the past haunting every move
Sometimes what is lost may never come back
Having to let go and go yourself may never be painless
But leaves will rot, the ice will thaw, the flowers bloom in spring
Future may seem uncertain, even present can be quite deceitful too
The hands on the clock only move forward, there is no way to turn back time
There should be no fear of repeating mistakes as one should always learn from them
What done is done, the past has passed, it's time to turn the page
The changing of the seasons can never be stopped, the spring will always follow winter
The flowers bloom and the trees are born anew, sun in the sky in shining brightly
The earth wakes up again from its lengthy slumber
Just like a heart, once torn, now mended
Am Morgen geht die Sonne auf
Der Frühling ist wieder gekommen
Tiefe Narben, die ich hatte
Wurden schon längst geheilt
Wer weiß, wann wird es wieder kalt
Die Sonne scheint so hell wie nie zuvor
This Earth, this sky
Your hands, your smile
These clouds, this Sun
Our life, our fun
Like a piece of a puzzle that was missing
A wish that has finally been fulfilled
Your lips, your kiss
Our home, our dreams
Your eyes, your voice
Our spring, our love
Wherever we may go, my precious, I won't leave your side
Whatever may happen in life, our souls are unified
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