Testo Golden Hour

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 thе other times
Apart from those bеautiful
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?