Where Dreams All Die

More about Where Dreams All Die

In a dimly lit, atmospheric room, a woman in a flowing white dress stands by a piano, while a man plays the violin, sunlight streaming through tall windows, creating a dreamy, ethereal ambiance.

This image and the song were created for each other—like two echoes of the same dream. If you'd like, you can follow the link and listen while gazing at the artwork. Maybe you'll feel the story they whisper together. Hope you enjoy the moment!

https://suno.com/song/7fe99371-3512-48d0-90ea-b4201bb90970

WHERE DREAMS ALL DIE

Dusty photographs, a faded hue,
Echoes of your laughter, whispered through.
A melody we danced to, soft and low,
Now just a phantom tune, where did you go?
The window pane, a canvas of the rain,
Reflects the ghost of love, and all the pain.

Bittersweet memories, like falling snow,
A gentle, silent ache, where feelings flow.
Ethereal whispers, on the lonely breeze,
A love that's lost, amongst the rustling trees.
Oh, my heart remembers, every tender sigh,
Beneath a sky of stars, where dreams all die.

The scent of old perfume, a fragile trace,
A lingering touch, upon this empty space.
The pages of our story, turned to grey,
A whispered promise, stolen far away.
The moon, a silver tear, in velvet night,
Reflects the fading embers, of our light.

Bittersweet memories, like falling snow,
A gentle, silent ache, where feelings flow.
Ethereal whispers, on the lonely breeze,
A love that's lost, amongst the rustling trees.
Oh, my heart remembers, every tender sigh,
Beneath a sky of stars, where dreams all die.

Lo-fi echoes, in the quiet room,
The harp's soft lament, dispelling gloom.
The violin's sad song, a mournful plea,
For moments lost, eternally.

Bittersweet memories, like falling snow,
A gentle, silent ache, where feelings flow.
Ethereal whispers, on the lonely breeze,
A love that's lost, amongst the rustling trees.
Oh, my heart remembers, every tender sigh,
Beneath a sky of stars, where dreams all die.

Fading, fading, like a distant dream,
Just whispers of your name, it would seem.
A melancholic sigh, into the night,
Lost love's soft glow, in fading light.