Storms seemed bearable at your side;
Now feeling alone, I wish for another life.
So soon I'll leave, go far away -
Further than I have ever been to this day.
A day and a half is too much or too less?
Does this distance matter? Will it cause regret?
Dreams are coming true!
Waning and waxing like the moon.
I wish for something familiar to hold
In this sea of beings new.
When I call you're not there,
When I come you're away somewhere,
And all I'll have left next to my heart
Is a photograph of another time -
When there was a 'we' mon cher.
