The music ebbs and flows,
With the beauty of a rose,
It tells a story of love and hate,
Of destiny and fate,
With undercurrents of grief and joy,
And the friendship of a girl and boy,
The music reaches a crescendo,
And we tuck it in our hearts as a memento,
Then like a star turned supernova,
We realize the song is far from over,
New emotions surface with new colors,
And like rain in the summer,
We emerge from the song,
With a feeling of life prolonged.