A night of silence, hits you with
a wave of nostalgia
Tonight, such a night dawned on me,
Tonight, such a night dawned on me,
evoking the bittersweet melancholy of past.
Turning thorough pages of what was there and, what time shredded.
Turning thorough pages of what was there and, what time shredded.
Wouldn't I call it a fate's charm that
once made life dance,
pages by pages in rhyme.
But on nights like this, realization strikes deep.
No sound of ripping pages,
But on nights like this, realization strikes deep.
No sound of ripping pages,
just pictures fading slow.
A diary I adored, now bows before time making something inside ache with a sense of loss.
A diary I adored, now bows before time making something inside ache with a sense of loss.
To all the friendship that we lost on our way.....
