作词 : qzcxm
作曲 : qzcxm
编曲 : qzcxm
Down the cobblestone lane where the memories play,
In the glow of the streetlights, our stories unfurl.
You were my first love, a sweet summer day,
On the old wooden bench, we'd sit and dream.
Oh, the town where we grew, with its secrets so few,
The windowsills of home, where our hearts first flew.
Letters written in youth, now a treasured view,
In the warmth of the past, we find our truth.
Hearts break, love takes flight, under the same light,
We learned to dance in the rain, through the darkest of nights.
Growth is the price we pay, for the love that we sway,
In the quiet of the dawn, we embrace what we've made.
Oh, the town where we grew, with its secrets so few,
The windowsills of home, where our hearts first flew.
Letters written in youth, now a treasured view,
In the warmth of the past, we find our truth.
Through the years, we've come so far,
From the innocence of who we are.
With each step, we've learned to let go,
Of the dreams that once burned so slow.
Oh, the town where we grew, with its secrets so few,
The windowsills of home, where our hearts first flew.
Letters written in youth, now a treasured view,
In the warmth of the past, we find our truth.
作词 : qzcxm
作曲 : qzcxm
编曲 : qzcxm
Down the cobblestone lane where the memories play,
In the glow of the streetlights, our stories unfurl.
You were my first love, a sweet summer day,
On the old wooden bench, we'd sit and dream.
Oh, the town where we grew, with its secrets so few,
The windowsills of home, where our hearts first flew.
Letters written in youth, now a treasured view,
In the warmth of the past, we find our truth.
Hearts break, love takes flight, under the same light,
We learned to dance in the rain, through the darkest of nights.
Growth is the price we pay, for the love that we sway,
In the quiet of the dawn, we embrace what we've made.
Oh, the town where we grew, with its secrets so few,
The windowsills of home, where our hearts first flew.
Letters written in youth, now a treasured view,
In the warmth of the past, we find our truth.
Through the years, we've come so far,
From the innocence of who we are.
With each step, we've learned to let go,
Of the dreams that once burned so slow.
Oh, the town where we grew, with its secrets so few,
The windowsills of home, where our hearts first flew.
Letters written in youth, now a treasured view,
In the warmth of the past, we find our truth.