You know, those Endless, lonely highways are still waiting for you to come over there,
Those detached leaves, now have to move around with the wind, are about to die,
But are still waiting, waiting for You,
That bench, where you used to sit,
Those pigeons used to fly around you,
That sunset,
And those tides of that lake where you used
To go in the evening to meet and to play with the pigeons by running behind them or by kept sitting at the bench.
And, me,
Who used to see you while standing behind
The stem of a tree,
All of us,
Waiting for you,
Though I know you will never get back,
But still,
I go there, only to tell, only to keep the hopes alive of those pigeons, tides, sunset, that bench and of those leaves are only alive to see you once.
I still go there, so I can talk about you with them.
Sometimes, we have to travel on endless highways just because sometimes it's not the destination that matters but the journey.
Ye! An endless journey to find you
To find Youuu.
