In the garden of whispers, where the moon pours its silver secrets,
we dared to trace constellations in each other's souls.
Raindrops like pearls, cascading down the window, mirror your laughter. A symphony of ephemeral reflections, destined to dissolve in echoes.
The night carries a melody, a forgotten sonnet of our intertwined fates.
Beneath the folded skies, where whispers kiss the dawn,
our thoughts dance—ballets of shadow and light, fleeting yet eternal.