In the whispers of '12, when the world was rumored to cease,
We lingered in class's corner, envisioning moments to release.
Pages turned with care, whispers of youth in confidential space,
Love, silently took root, finding solace in our embrace.
A dozen springs and autumns, love coursed like a tranquil stream,
From schooldays onward, hands held tight, through life's tempests we'd scheme.
Beneath the golden sunset, on the playground our shadows intertwined in art,
The silhouette of our love, timeless and true, etched in our heart.
Then came summer in '24, in a chapel where gold light bathed,
Our adolescent dreams, tailored into nuptial gowns and suits crafted.
Laughter evolved to vows, whispers from our desks still resonate,
Love blooms now, radiant as midsummer flowers, in perfect state.
Through apocalyptic tales to the dawn of our tale,
Raindrops on glass, our pledges echo within the chapel's hale.
Our youth's melody, an endless song it's grown to be,
An oath of summer, cradling the lives we lovingly sow.
Our youth's melody, an endless song it's grown to be,
An oath of summer, cradling the lives we lovingly sow.
