lilac always dies,
Spring always fades
when the lush begins
and the ache of Winter ends
when the lilac fades
like a love who no longer
captures your heart,
others will counsel, move on
but I regret before I
celebrate what is to come
lilac always dies,
Spring always fades
when the lush begins
and the ache of Winter ends
when the lilac fades
like a love who no longer
captures your heart,
others will counsel, move on
but I regret before I
celebrate what is to come