Winter Dreams Lyrics นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Just a speck of dust within the galaxy Woe is me If we're not careful turns into reality Don't you dare let our best memories bring you sorrow Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer Turn the page Maybe we'll find a brand new ending Where we're dancing in our tears And, God, tell us the reason Youth is wasted on the young It's hunting season And the lambs are on the run Searching for meaning But are we all lost stars Trying to light up the dark? And I thought I saw you out there crying And I thought I heard you call my name And I thought I heard you out there crying Just the same Oh yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah God, give us the reason Youth is wasted on the young It's hunting season and this lamb is

When I walk Through the ice I call it challenge Of the snow I don't sometimes Gain pace But I make my way Eventually Through every ice stone I know it hurts my limbs Every fall, I witness But then for rise one day I create my own day I know the pain Of snow I know the gain To find your way I know it hurts more But then it's legit The day is not torn The day is not torn If you catch me right In peace If you enable rest From unrest When in ease I gather speed Yes, I gather the speed I know whom to blame I know why to not Live in shame With the snow With the snow Near all my home It is panic at times When food goes stale And there is no way To walk away for more But I will live the same way In

*Winter* I sat on the edge of the small cliff overlooking the river, the water glistening below like a thousand flickering stars embedded in a silken sheet. As the sun began its descent toward the horizon, the air grew cooler, and whispers from the stream intertwined with the breeze, wrapping around me like a familiar melody. They were no longer mere sounds; they were voices. "Winter," they seemed to call, "do not fear the shadows." If only I could believe them.

I’ll finish the game first and come to the hospital later. The call disconnected. Each beep felt like something inside me breaking. When no one loves you, even dying wouldn’t matter to anyone. By the time I left the hospital, it was already evening. I called Ronan, wanting to talk about the divorce. He didn’t answer. Then suddenly my phone flooded with notifications from a group chat. I opened it. Brynn had posted a video. Ronan was at a karaoke bar named Nocturne, singing a love song to her.

I've lost everyone because I pushed them away. The tears are flowing as the words wash over me, but it's a good cry. It's a healing cry, that acts as a balm for the soul. My hips are swaying to the music and despite the emotion choking me, I'm quietly singing along. “Please come home for Christmas... Please come home for Christmas... If not for Christmas, by New Year's night...”

Eva’s P.O.V. Sleigh bells ring and the all too familiar sounds of classic Christmas music pour in through my earbuds as I walked down the snow-crusted sidewalk. Closing my eyes, I hummed along to the tune of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing With lyrics written by Charles Wesley,.” Sad to say, this is probably as Christmassy as I'm going to get.

Neither of us moved. She sang with her eyes closed. The song was gentle and unhurried, about seeds in cold ground and rain that came when you'd almost stopped waiting for it and things pushing up through dark soil toward light they couldn't see yet. She sang it straight through without any of the hesitations that had appeared in the living room rehearsals. Her voice was small and clear and completely certain of itself. Beside me Ethan was absolutely still.

And something inside me—something vast and patient and merciless—whispers that maybe that’s enough. For tonight, I let the shadows curl around me like a blanket. They feel almost warm. Tomorrow I leave. Tomorrow I begin. Raven Winterstar turns her face toward the glowing crystal and closes her sharp blue eyes. In the silence of her broken world, she dreams of black smoke and silver scythes and a life that was never meant to be hers. But it is now.

My mind couldn’t shake the vision that lingered like a bad dream—Winter’s presence flickering only to vanish, her essence leaving a gaping void in its wake. My heart pounded with the rhythm of urgency, yet a part of me couldn’t quell the storm of fear brewing beneath my resolve. This place was an enigma, a living entity weaving dreams and nightmares with equal zeal. I had to find Winter. I would endure anything, face any fear, to have her safely by my side once again. “Winter!” I called out, hoping against hope that my voice would pierce through the intangible veil. But only echoes returned, bouncing off the cavernous walls—mocking in their solitude.

❤THEME SONG OF THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤CHILLS' BY 'WHY DON'T WE'❤ ❤QUOTE RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤️ Coat laying on the floor Long December nights are what I've been waitin' for Pull my hand close to the fire Shiverin', I'm shiverin', I can't stop Give me the look, you know the one I want I've been waiting for It's so cold, it's so cold, yeah I got chills when you walk Chills when you talk Chills every time you say my name It's the way that it feels when we touch I can't get enough Love got me frozen in place Baby, I got (chills) Ooh, baby, I got (chills) Ooh, baby, I got chills Arms wrapped around my neck ('round my neck) You keep me warm You are the spark igniting me again Oh, I can't get enough