Like watching a fire from across the bank, watching this farce from a distance
Family, friendship, love, deception, tears, facts
None of it matters anymore
The lonely pillow in the long night, the longing for each other on the other end of the phone
A red thread, tied with several knots
Is it the fate of fate or the passage of time that made us meet and parted again?
Hey, I love you, love your familiar voice, love your broad back, love your whisper in my ear
You should still be here, my love, the one I love the most
is it you?