Milan Nalimov - Love Is a riddle

Everything fades into the gray
a note on the table, its trace left behind
The wind carried away your secret
The tide washes away your footprints
I, I still remember your lies
Love is a riddle, love is a riddle
Whispering in the quiet
A pattern woven from the mist
I follow the traces through the cold of a winter
Everything fades
Into the gray haze, oh, and I'll walk through the mist, I'll find your gaze
I know we'll meet again someday