What is a song or melody from any piece of media that you’ve never been able to forget?

The Sun, the Moon, the Stars

Shine less brightly with you so far

I never knew sorrow ’til you asked me to follow my heart

For all these tales I’ve told

And these whispers of silver and gold

I’d throw it all away just to gaze on your face once more

With his burning brand he split the skies

And blocked out the stars, one by one

With an aching heart he cursed his name

And nothing would shine as bright as her again