aren't we fine there, in front of eternity ? with the ghostly and perpetual waves of inspiration as souls ?
aren't we fine there, from my shore to your shore, like two brothers with the eyes full of dreams ?
aren't we fine there, with the fading sun of our youth, the bones in dust and the spirit of dead wings ?
aren't we fin there, with the unforgiveness distance between us, how long will we be waiting before hugging each other ?