The Hill Of Yearning

Sitting next to you
Do you remember the song
That we used to hum together
Will you miss
Those days we walked closely
Through that season
The faint smile
That turned into a song
It sings and comes to me
Whispering by my side
The faint moonlight
The fragrances that floated
In your arms
The night that stopped
Did you hear it
Will you miss it a lot

On a quiet night
The stars that hung in the sky
Our stars and
Our two hands

For a moment, I stopped
The flower petals of that season
Sitting next to you
Do you remember the song
That we used to hum together
Will you miss
Those days we walked closely
Through that season

I held your hand and walked
The story in that painting
In the trace of that day
Slowly smiling
I remember
The song of you and me
In the memory
In the trace of longing
I call out

Did you hear it
Will you miss it a lot