Shouldn’t we savior this freedom
we cannot embrace a little?
Doesn’t it resemble
a feeling like clutching to clouds?
You were always walking behind me,
laughing “It will be fine one day”
Even now, I have the feeling, that if I suddenly turned around,
you would be there
unintentionally complaining
I just have to get used to this being over
You said that pessimistic thoughts were no good,
even though you pushed this timid back forward
Even though I didn’t keep even one tiny promise,
I kept making you listen to me talking about nothing but this dream addressed to no one
Even now, I am searching for a glimpse of you
so I will never look back again