In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows dance with fading light,
Lies a dream once held so near,
Now but whispers we barely hear.

Through the mist of time's embrace,
We seek the warmth, the gentle grace,
Of moments lost, yet still we yearn,
For echoes of the past's return.

In every tear, a story told,
In every sigh, a heart grown old,
We wander through the silent streams,
Chasing traces of forgotten dreams.