
gothic rock
...查看更多 收合The rain began before goodbye,
like the sky already knew
how the story would end.
Your voice was soft,
almost disappearing in the wind—
like a memory
trying not to stay.
We once believed
love could out live the night,
two hearts glowing
in a quiet world.
But somewhere between
your last look
and the empty road ahead,
our forever
became
just another
unfinished story.
If you ever remember me,
let it be like distant music—
fading,
but still a little warm in the dark.