In the quiet moments where shadows grow long,
And the sun dips low beneath the horizon,
We find ourselves at the edge of a tender song,
Whispered by the winds that carry on the season.

The stars begin their gentle dance in the sky,
A symphony of light, a tapestry of dreams,
As we say goodbye with a soft, lingering sigh,
To the moments woven in the moon’s gentle beams.

The waves kiss the shore in a rhythmic embrace,
Echoing the heartbeats of the time we’ve shared,
Leaving traces of laughter, a fleeting trace,
In the sands of memories we have carefully paired.

So as the night enfolds us in its deep, warm glow,
We bid adieu with grace, not sorrow’s tear,
For in every goodbye, a new hello shall grow,
And the stars will guide us till the dawn is near.