And all these summer days are starting to fade away
like the cigarette smoke on these starry summer nights
We all thought we can sit on the balcony
and talk about first, last and past times forever.
But our laughter will go unheard a few meters down the street
All the tears we cried into our friends shoulders are going to dry
and other shoulders are getting wet.
Moving forward can be so adventurous, meeting new people
doing new things, seeing new places
but moving forward in this black hole named future
means leaving things behind you.
To leave the picture of you laying half naked in the unmade sheets
in the past would break my heart.
After all, the only thing I can do is wandering around sleepless at 2am
hoping that people can hear our laughter even if they are 1000m away
that my friends will stay by my side till the bitter end
that all these memories never begin to fade
that I will wake up one year from now and see that smile on your face
Finally I just hope that hoping is enough.
