The nights are over,
the memories are forever,
sunshines and colourful lights,
busy days and wonderful midnights,
golden staircases and marble floors,
random faces and different doors.
We were just walking,
talking,
laughing,
and denying,
sometimes we cry,
we try,
we say hi and we say goodbye.
The nights are over,
the history is forever,
empty streets and remarkable fights,
dirty seats and broken lights,
these stitches and these scars,
like a night without the stars.