Authentic Symphony

That voice will someday call out to me,
The echo of a promise.
On this waking morning, it brings a new breeze,
Gently fragrant.

When I gaze at it, it becomes the truth,
Reaching deep into my heart.
I realize I was born to start anew,
This dazzling feeling is my first authentic.

The pure white symphony I touch,
What colors will our intertwined future take on?
In this world where light dances,
I want to become a melody wrapped in brilliance,
Let’s draw just one together.

Returning to a heart that knew no doubt,
On those swaying days, let pure thoughts keep me close.

I’ll pass on what comes next from me,
Connecting moments and eternity,
A certain echo strengthens us,
In the sky where our sounds take flight.

An unending kiss is irony,
The more love grows, the more it aches.
Before tomorrow sweeps you away,
Let’s paint over the signs of sadness.
The trembling me is no longer here.

The pure white symphony I touch,
Burning the moments we shine together,
Walking along lines that can never be redrawn,
Cherishing every step.

The pure white symphony I touch,
What colors will our intertwined future take on?
In this world where light dances,
I want to become a melody wrapped in brilliance,
Let’s draw just one together.