Another drop of water forgotten to be drunk
I've heard the message on your answering machine. Wanton, nearly insolent, with a bright smile in your heart you tell the unknown that you are gone. But I don't know where, I don't where. I'm sure that you have left the town. Maybe you've even crossed the sea with a bright smile on your face, hoping of a higher degree. Now that you are gone I wonder what did go wrong. Some unspoken words?
We silently agree to turn away from transparent feelings that we feigned in other times. They were so young. Time is a sea. It is you and me.
Yesterday and today and what will be tomorrow. Yes, I don't mind, there will come a day and I will send you a message.