在手机上保存，获得更好体验
The letters rest inside a drawer
The voices wait behind the door
We used to laugh and never care
Now dust has settled on the stair
The garden path is overgrown
The wooden swing hangs all alone
We wrote our names upon the wall
But years have slowly covered all
The leaves keep falling to the ground
The seasons turn and make no sound
I walk around and feel the ache
Of every step the years would take
The leaves keep falling to the ground
The seasons turn and make no sound
But somehow I can still feel
The warmth of something that was real
The garden path is overgrown
The wooden swing hangs all alone
We wrote our names upon the wall
But years have slowly covered all
The leaves keep falling to the ground
The seasons turn and make no sound
I walk around and feel the ache
Of every step the years would take
The leaves keep falling to the ground
The seasons turn and make no sound
But somehow I can still feel
The warmth of something that was real
