Golden Hour

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, golden hour

The brightest moments in life

Those moments are like quick flashes

And never come back

Everyone has their own special times in life

Some people look forward to what's ahead

While others cherish the memories of what's gone by

But just like every beginning has an end

What should we dream of and hope for as these fleeting moments pass?

What should we call, all the other times

Apart from those beautiful and shining moments?

Could living for the moment leave our hearts feeling emptier?

The moments of laughter with friends

Quiet family dinners

Relaxing weekends with loved ones

Could these be the real golden hours of our lives?