Slowly, slowly, slowly, the air passed by
Shaking violently, you listened
To the wind's whispers of goodbye
And thought of ways on how you can survive without it
Slowly, slowly, slowly, they all left
Left without a note
Vanished without a trace
But if there was a trace, did they really vanish?
Slowly, slowly, slowly, you breathe in the cold air
you stopped, closed your eyes, and softly, softly, asked yourself
"Am I going to stay here and let them go?"
You stood up, took your bag from the ground, and then followed the path you were afraid to take