I have already seen a lot
I have traveled far
From the first steps on the moon
To the planet made of ice
But my ship found no harbor
My soul didn't fix anything
This is my last call
This is my last text message.
Don't waste time
Cross my path
I don't want to wait any longer
Write the coordinates
In the sand that blows away
Because what's worse than everything passing away
Is if it never happened
They say it comes all of a sudden
/>In the passing
Two paths that meet
And time stands still
Because then you are there
And nothing is as it was before.
Are you out there somewhere? Do you hear me?
Do you sometimes look at the stars like I do?
Whether we will recognize each other when we see each other?
Whether we both stay standing or move on n?
And never see us again?