The Bridge of Tears
In the soft light of dusk,
I stand on the Bridge of Tears.
The past is like flowing water,
Quietly flowing through my heart.
The stone balustrades reflect the passage of time,
And the moss tells the stories of the years.
Each stone slab
Bears the sorrows and hopes of the past.
The Bridge of Tears,
You are the harbor of the soul.
Here,
Sadness can be released.
The Bridge of Tears,
You have witnessed countless partings and reunions.
On this bridge,
We have washed away our cares with tears.
The wind blows gently,
Taking away the once-made vows.
The river flows quietly,
Like the hands of time.
Each time we look back,
It is a touch of the soul.
On this bridge,
We have learned to be strong and to let go.
The Bridge of Tears,
You are the harbor of the soul.
Here,
Sadness can be released.
The Bridge of Tears,
You have witnessed countless partings and reunions.
On this bridge,
We have washed away our cares with tears.
The Bridge of Tears,
You are the harbor of the soul.
Here,
Sadness can be released.
The Bridge of Tears,
You have witnessed countless partings and reunions.
On this bridge,
We have washed away our cares with tears.