The wind sighs through the pines again, carrying whispers of where I’ve been. The river hums beneath the hill, its voice so gentle, yet never still. I walked the path where birch leaves fall, the river hums, I still recall. Your laughter lingered through the cold, like summer that never grew old. Time drifts slow in northern light, our shadows danced in silver white. Even if the days grow dim, I still feel your warmth within. Where the wind remembers, love remains, through the frost, through joy and pain. Every mountain, every flame, calls your name—softly again. ♫ Beneath the stars, I hum our tune, the one we wrote in early June. Though winter’s long and nights are wide, I keep your heartbeat by my side. Time drifts slow in northern light, our shadows danced in silver white. Even if the days grow dim, I still feel your warmth within. Where the wind remembers, love remains, through the frost, through joy and pain. Every mountain, every flame, calls your name—softly again. ♫ Love drifts with the falling snow, but never fades where rivers flow. I close my eyes, I hear your song— it’s where my heart belongs. Where the wind remembers, I’ll return, to the fire that still burns. In every dawn, I see your eyes— love eternal, never dies. The wind remembers…
