In the quiet echo of a year, The shadows deepen, memories near. A father's hand, now cold, entwined, With mother's voice that haunts the mind. Four months apart, their souls took flight, Two stars vanished into night. Leaves fall and seasons bend, Yet love between them knows no end. Whispers linger, soft as snow, In every breath, their traces grow. Bound by time's relentless chain, Together they dance beyond the pain.