sound of footsteps echoing to a distance
the word ‘sayonara’ coming from the lips
“after this there will be no returning…”
such notion, I had felt in my dream.

countless days repeating one after another
I held it with the utmost importance
so why has it become only a past memory…
and only time is rapidly drifting far away

wanting to see you longing to see you the more I think about you
your warmth your fleetingness keeping you at a distance
unforgettable are the little gestures and the voice
if those are what have become the proofs that we lived

sound of footsteps echoing to a distance
the word ‘sayonara’ coming from the lips

just once more just another word if we could connect again
the thoughts that I want to say…

thank you from the heart just to let you know
as for my wish I would hold you and not wanting to part
but the pursuit for you would only become a vanishing illusion
the imagery of then…

wanting to see you longing to see you the more I think about you
your warmth your fleetingness keeping you at a distance
unforgettable are the little gestures and the voice
if those are what have become the proofs that we lived

I will keep on waving my hand in the air until then…