The wind whispers echoes of loss
Colours fade, but the pictures remain
The music haunts the hours we miss
The tree stands bare
Stripped of all its leaves
But the roots run deep
Clouds may come
And black out our sky
But the light still shines
Forever inside
The music haunts the hours we miss
And so you live as I grieve
So still you live as we grieve
Tenha acesso a benefícios exclusivos no App e no Site
Chega de anúncios
Badges exclusivas
Mais recursos no app do Afinador
Atendimento Prioritário
Aumente seu limite de lista
Ajude a produzir mais conteúdo