I fell in love. Seeing you, how could I not learn humility?
To speak of the ideals in my heart would not sound trite.
Like seeing the dawn, I can finally rejoice.
Holding you, each time I return, how many surprises await?
Perhaps life is too short to spend by your side.
Feelings are like luggage, still so heavy, waiting for me to sort through.
Goodbye. Turning away from you, how much sorrow will I feel?
Perhaps there is no need to explain all the reasons.
When will I be able to let myself go, to enjoy life?
Holding you, I once said we would soar together.
Today, all I want to take with me is still you.
Like revisiting letters sent long ago, but will we grow tired of our games?
The weather hasn't gone as planned, but if we have to leave, we have to fly.
There is no point waiting to say goodbye, whether or not there's a flight.
You have cared for me in every way, but your hand may be gone from mine tomorrow.
I hope you can stay, and share with me the happy memories we made.
When nothing in this world is perfect anymore, I can still find you far away, in the years that sing like a song.
From now on, most of my life will be in the Western Hemisphere.
