Lyrics

Golden fields in morning light,
Petals dance in silent flight.
Whispers in the autumn breeze,
A fleeting touch, a slow disease.

Shadows creep where flowers grew,
Frosted fingers painting blue.
A silver hush upon the ground,
Soft decay without a sound.

Withered dreams, the colors fade,
Falling leaves, a slow cascade.
Winter’s breath upon my skin,
All that's lost won’t bloom again.

Crimson roses, stained in grey,
Ghosts of summer drift away.
Lifeless vines in brittle hands,
A kingdom lost to shifting sands.

Shadows creep where flowers grew,
Frosted fingers painting blue.
A silver hush upon the ground,
Soft decay without a sound.

Withered dreams, the colors fade,
Falling leaves, a slow cascade.
Winter’s breath upon my skin,
All that's lost won’t bloom again.

I hear the echoes in the breeze,
A garden drowning in disease.
No hand can turn the hourglass,
The past will never reach the past.

Frozen roots and silent cries,
A wilted world beneath the skies.
Beauty lost in time’s embrace,
Winter's touch we can't erase.