Droplets (Remastered)

Forbidden steps I take while knowing I would never want the sound of shattered dreams to clang. What would it be if shells would not align on empty shores that steps would never crack? What would the sea look like if clinging onto drops of sand like me, like you, a droplet of thy love inside the unforgiveable time-space? What would it be if trees would cling onto the yellow of their leaves? Would birds still nest next spring? Would spring still breeze? I knew I learned to fly eons ago. But I forgot.