In the quiet hush of evening’s glow,Where shadows dance and soft winds blow,We find ourselves on paths that part,Yet hold each other in the heart.The stars above, they gently weep,A celestial promise we shall keep,Though time may drift and miles extend,In dreams, our roads will surely bend.As whispers fade into the night,We linger in the fading light,With tender words that softly sigh,A gentle farewell, not goodbye.For every end a dawn awaits,New beginnings at different gates,So in this moment, let us trust,Our bonds remain, though paths adjust.