The tide recedes but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand. The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers on the land. The music stops, And yet it echoes on in sweet refrains. For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.
The tide recedes but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand. The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers on the land. The music stops, And yet it echoes on in sweet refrains. For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.