When the morning comes
I think of you
Making myself miserable
We can’t return to then again

I’m not asking for anything
I’m not asking for forgiveness
The heart of a changing person
I just hope we are still the same

But we can’t go back again
Back to our old self
Time is harsh to us
After I dreamt
You were still far away

The rain of the flowers fell
The road will remain
We come a long way
On the lonely nights
A long breaking dream
Will there still be love?

But we can’t go back again
Back to our old self
Time is harsh to us
After I dreamt
You were still far away

The rain of the flowers fell
The road will remain
We come a long way
On the lonely nights
A long breaking dream
Will there still be love?

Rather than who I loved
It was the days when I was loved

The rain of the flowers fell
The road will remain
We come a long way
On the lonely nights
A long breaking dream
Will there still be love?

Will there still be love?

 

©2018 PastReminisce

Written by Past Reminisce

⅓ of a Songwriter, ⅓ of a Writer and ⅓ of a Photographer

7 comments

  1. I love everything about this piece: The music, the words and your voice. How love and the passing of time affect each other. You sing the most existentialist questions within the human soul that lives on dreams. Great work!

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  2. Beautiful and so deep. Is it the person, the time and circumstance – it is just love. We love that love and want to drown in it — again and again. What sweet light you have thrown on love! Thank you! Thank you for visiting my blog too – it brought me here and i feel so happy and blessed. 🙂

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