In that empty and unreliable space, there is a little whisper that still cannot be unsaid.
The journey to the sky and that part when we chose to depart.
Maybe a figment of you must live, and there is also another way for me to give. A little emptiness that comes easier when you are not around.
Did you finally reach to that crossroad, when you choose happiness over longing?
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And by the corner of a place where you used to paint our little world. Of hope about tomorrow and spending our old days quietly with no noise of motorized machines. The little things we miss stay like broken toys and kindergarten swings.
Let go of that balloon, let it soar so high, far from your eyesight ever hope to gaze. But that balloon will eventually fall, and he will not find anyone who are still holding the thin thread. Is falling down also a part of letting go? or maybe that little sad rabbit just drawn too deep into tomorrow, and cannot bear to see her soaring balloon left with no one to follow.
And if you have a minute why don’t we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don’t we go
Somewhere only we know?
And maybe there, we can pretend that our tomorrow can still come.
And maybe there, the simplest of things that we forgot still reside.
They are waiting for us to finally find our way back.