Time turns like a gear, and the dreams of the past years highlight the memory, I am already so far away from you.
No matter how much we pass by, the years will be gone.
I'm thinking, if we hadn't let go and looked back so decisively, and the shocking red hadn't separated us into two worlds forever, would you and I at this time be standing hand in hand in this vast blue, even though pale, but still happy...
Hold hands and look at this small patch of gray until death.