Under the fading sunset by the window, Your name still lingers in the quiet glow. The final moment slipped away in silence, Too far to reach, too late to hold you close. I try to erase you from my heart, But your traces never fade. Why am I still calling out your name? Your voice rides on the wind and shakes my day. It stops my world, makes me breathe again, Pulling me back to where you slipped away. By the window, your name remains. Nights without you grow unbearably long, My tired heart keeps looking back again. I tell myself I've finally moved on, But truth always arrives a step too late. Even if our time has scattered, You still live quietly within me. Why am I still calling out your name? Your voice rides on the wind and shakes my day. It stops my world, makes me breathe again, Pulling me back to where you slipped away. By the window, your name remains. If someday our paths crossed once more, Could I say the words I never said? “Please come back”—the phrase I held inside, Still weighs so heavy on my chest. Your warmth refuses to fade away, A lingering echo that won’t let go. In the quiet light of breaking dawn, I call your name once more tonight, Hoping somehow it reaches you.
