I look the world from above
a long flight, a sad journey
what I'm seeing are a grey sea
of neverending lives, and hellos and goodbyes

Soon like the water I'll return to the air
and I'll watch those I love as the tiny fog
I'll be there while I am not

Will you ever stop
to watch a beautiful sunset
because you know the sun will disappear?

Sooner or later
I will

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Sarapin, in the year 297 AF.