Traced with my fingers
A story sung by these words
To a place nobody knows yet
Let’s fly to that world
Solitude and the opposing words
What I was looking for, I’m sure
it exists in my memory even though a little
That you are here in the repeating days
The flowers and humming that color the streets
If I had looked back, I would have realized
I am not alone
More than the story I’ve traced with my fingers
I’ll become a new me
Ride on a new story
That which has never been seen
Dyed in vibrant colors
Even if we are far apart I hope it reaches you
The days that were spent aiming higher
Flipping through the pages, gathering the wind
The balloons filled with expectations and uncertainty
Floating in the sky, adding to the future
That which I will encounter from now on
Those precious moments
With an unpunctuated speed
Getting dyed in color
Just by the summary
Knowing a pain that cannot be predicted
Becomes my strength
Ride on a new story
Even if I am lost
The compass that leads me to you
Will undoubtedly become my “future”
A story that connects two solitudes
More than the story I’ve traced with my fingers
I’ll become a new me
Ride on a new story
The afterword
Is probably better off
Left unknown
To a place nobody knows yet
Let’s fly to that world
Even if we are far apart
I hope it reaches you