「歌曲」Old Faded Picture-larry sparks

In the attic where the dust sleeps fine,
I found a box of faded time.
Your smile in sepia, soft and slow,
A world I used to know.

The edges curled, the colors bled,
Like words we left unsaid.
I trace the lines of your young face,
In this old, forgotten place.

And the picture fades, but the feeling stays,
Like the echo of those summer days.
I hold it close, though the glass is cracked,
A moment I can’t get back.

The ribbon tied, the letters torn,
A promise I wore since I was born.
Your hand in mine, a ghostly thread,
Through the years we left for dead.

The floorboards creak, the shadows lean,
The ghost of what we might have been.
I whisper your name to the empty air,
But only the silence is there.

And the picture fades, but the feeling stays,
Like the echo of those summer days.
I hold it close, though the glass is cracked,
A moment I can’t get back.

So I’ll keep it safe, though it’s worn and old,
A story that’s never told.
In the frame of rust, in the dust of years,
I’ll find you again, through the tears.