And bitter laughter erupted from the chest,
Drowning out the loud sweet crying.
And not knowing at all what will be ahead,
You know that you're your own basher.
There are only guesses that we'll leave in peace.
Everyone has their own truth, but the sooth is one.
You know it won't be as we believe.
But in the spoken words will be all the power.
Don't be sad when my footprints will melt
In memories that are now almost dead.
I'll run away, leaving only a thread
Where our dreams fade.