The door has closed again

The door has closed again,
And now there's only worry ahead.
I shouldn't have endured any longer:
I will choose freedom once more.
Let the storm rage outside,
And let the soul fill with foul weather,
But at the end, a cozy home awaits,
Where Love and Happiness hide together.

The bad weather pours day after day,
Now snow, now rain, and ice again.
You wait for summer every year in life,
But it passes in just a couple of months, my friend.
Yet in a dusty album, our photo lies,
Forever holding it, someone's eyes
Might suddenly recall our bygone days,
And those eyes will shine again with that Love's blaze.

Go forward and don't look back,
The burden of sorrow stayed there for good.
And those happy eyes in the photograph,
We can never get them back, never would.

Again the threshold, the door ajar,
And anxiety doesn't sleep in the soul.
It's too late to regret anything now:
I have chosen Freedom again, that's my role.