[Verse 1] Beneath the elder tree where fireflies wove, Your laughter danced—a melody I loved. Now silent swords claim what the stars once gave, And frost-kissed branches guard your lonely grave. I trace the runes we carved on mossy stone, But fey winds carry memories alone. Your touch survives in every dewdrop's fall... Yet battle's shadow stole you, stole it all. [Chorus] Sleep well, my love, beneath the elder shade, Where fireflies guard the peace your valor made. I’ll weave your memory into every dawn— Through mist on meadows where your laughter’s gone. So rest where roots embrace your battle-worn grace... Till stars reclaim me in this empty space. [Verse 2] Each midnight, through the shattered oak's embrace, Your phantom sigh returns to trace my face. Where once your lips met temple, cheek, and brow, Now moonbeams linger—colder whispers now. I close my eyes and feel the spectral glide, Of fingertips I ache to hold inside... But dawn dispels what darkness briefly lends— Another day without you, without end. [Chorus] Sleep well, my love, beneath the elder shade, Where fireflies guard the peace your valor made. I’ll weave your memory into every dawn— Through mist on meadows where your laughter’s gone. So rest where roots embrace your battle-worn grace... Till stars reclaim me in this empty space. [Bridge] When frost first jewels the spider's silver thread, I see your smile in every tear shed. Your clumsy whittling—that broken flute’s sigh— Lives where the bluebells bloom where you lie. And when the solstice moon hangs low and deep, I wrap myself in memories I keep... Of fern-caught curls and vows on breathless air— You’re woven through my soul, beyond compare. [Prechorus] So wait for me where timeless rivers flow, Beyond the reach of mortal loss and woe. When my last leaf descends from weary boughs, We'll walk again through firefly-lit vows— No sword shall part, no battle cry resound... Just endless wilds where truest love is found. [Chorus] Sleep well, my love, beneath the elder shade, Where fireflies guard the peace your valor made. I’ll weave your memory into every dawn— Through mist on meadows where your laughter’s gone. So rest where roots embrace your battle-worn grace... Till stars reclaim me in this empty space.
0/500