The sunlight is shining,
a sign of approaching spring.
With the seasons passing by,
I keep moving forward
Even though old feelings
never seem to die.

Yesterday, I passed by you
In the crowd, looking away.
You never will falter,
and will keep moving ahead.
Without turning back,
my whisper of "goodbye"
will not reach you.

Today, speaking to a friend
Conversations about "love"
Did we ever reach that far?
If there are feelings to deny,
then I guess in the end
there is only a "goodbye"

Tomorrow, I remain unconvinced,
and your explanation did not come.
I can't say I didn't need you
I won't say I didn't love you,
but in the end
we simply drifted
into the crowd...
Without one last "goodbye"

March 28, 2007