An old photograph I found in a faded old album, blowing the dust away,
I stared at myself,
How fascinating was the time when we happily smiled at the camera,
Holding a piece of that moment between my fingers,
Our time was like the fading sun, too charming yet existing just for a moment.
Still, what lingers most is the moment you walked away without a word, and all I could do was stand there still and quiet, recalling the good old days.
I felt nothing, yet I felt everything,
Those faded feelings, the cold nights, the half-moon, the long-lost memories,
And now I am standing here with absolutely nothing but the night breeze singing a song for you.

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