Why do we meet?
We have no idea why.
When will we meet?
We never know.
Where were we? Where have we been?
Two stories beneath a distant sky.
You’re a string running vertical. I’m a string running horizontal.
The cloth that we spin might provide warmth
For someone, someday.
The reasons we go on living,
Frayed remains of days we spent lost.
Running after our dreams,
Frayed remains of days we spent stumbling.
What will these strings become,
Anxious and quivering in the wind?
You’re a string running vertical. I’m a string running horizontal.
The cloth that we spin might cover the wounds
Of someone, someday.
You’re a string running vertical. I’m a string running horizontal.
To meet the string we’re destined to meet…
That’s what’s known as happiness.