Leisurely we walk on the shores Hand in hand clutched silent promises With us shone the sunset bidding good bye Sure to meet us the next dawn in golden sky
Passively moved feet towards the end of the road Wrinkles between the eyebrows spoke a final word A question never answered is a sharp sword Knife that cut the hearts to pieces without blood
As they moved away to part, Voice of breeze stopped, Maple seems to loose her roots Waves in oceans seem lost
Separated two bodies yet souls are one Convince each other to handle the situation Left over is thirst to meet again Perhaps we will continue to breathe for this reason.