Aging, all over the board of life
Getting closer to the edge
You've always tried not to think about it
As if it will never happen
Sometimes i remember when we met
You were so young
Who knows if you still dream every night?
If that place where we were reading
Still exists somewhere
Who knows if you remember that scorching summer?
Probably not the same way i do
Born in the arms of winter I still rinse
My cheeks with icy wind
Walking the same ground where my blues bloomed
Among white orchids and dry boughs
So, how's your life now?
Do you see you where you wanted?
Everybody has their own path
Sometimes they cross, but never till the end
We all exist inside our own cycle
Sometimes they cross, but never till the end
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