The birds on the Champs Elysées leave and come back. I wait for them to leave and come back again, treating missing you as a habit. Time will make memories fade, and sooner or later we will have to face separation from our lovers, relatives, and friends. Separation is a very painful thing, but I never regret meeting you. You don't need to wait another three years, I will come to you early.
Intention: I should catch the bird that belongs to me