Don’t know where we disconnected each of our stories Now we go, once again, past where we have split off Even if, many times, we have been separated, you can see We’re connected, still So, goodbye, farewell then We said the words, departed How many morning suns have we seen ever since that day In our respective new future destinations Extension of that day Today is when we meet With every moment that leads up to our meeting time I keep feeling my heart beating louder as the seconds pass As I look up at the sky that has cleared from the rain It was just like what we saw that day Upon us was a seven-colored bridge Here and now, we were able to meet once again We have kept our connection alive all along The things we talk about We wanna speak about Are never ending, overflowing out, and so Hold up, this won’t be loosening, for we know We were rushed by the seasons, forever moving And beyond where the roads could be leading us to No matter where we stand As often as we want We gotta tie our strings together like before We’ll meet again soon What was this? And now, we cannot end the reminiscence And those recollections, retentions We trace and we laugh Filling in sceneries we were living apart The conversation offer a shortcut And we don’t even need to worry about tomorrow As if in a machine, and we’re back to our past In any case Some changes that each of us have witnessed In total honesty, there’s been too much of them But we know, till this day It’s all of our surprise That everything is still the same When we look up at the sky, notice it’s turning white We’re exhausted and we see upon one side of our cheeks A gentle touch and a stroke from the warmth of the sun It was just like what we saw that day We return to our individual days Hey, every step that each of us have walked up to now Has been on separate pathways, we know But the same morning sun is above and shining bright on us We’ve got to, once again, overlap now Don’t know where we lost connection within our stories Once again, we return to what lies there beyond The things we talk about We wanna speak about The pages will soon be filling up, you’ll see So, now, let’s keep on adding to the story Even the setting red sun we looked up at once And the blue days of youth we have spent together Our memories won’t forget Never to fade away And like the way the greens will always sprout We can meet again some time Our stories always start With a white morning sunshine every time, and so “See ya tomorrow”
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