I remember the winters, bitter and cold, The stories we whispered, the secrets we told. We thought we were giants, touching the sky, Before we learned how to fall and how to cry. But every stumble was a lesson learned,…devamıI remember the winters, bitter and cold,
The stories we whispered, the secrets we told.
We thought we were giants, touching the sky,
Before we learned how to fall and how to cry.
But every stumble was a lesson learned,
In the bridges we built and the ones we burned.
The horizon is calling, a vibrant shade of gold,
A story waiting for the truth to be told.
