Journey

Even now I don't understand,
The meaning of growing up

I wonder
Where that girl or that boy in my memory,
Is now walking and aiming for.

Daybreak comes quickly these days,
The scent of wind has changed.

It seems familiar and unfamiliar,
It makes my heartbeat quicker,
Sweet and sad.

We ran through the road to the sea,
Screaming with laughter innocently,
In the far away summer days.

Those childhood memories are still in my heart,
We never knew,
What would be waiting for us in our futures.

What is left is what we chose,
And it's not casual at all.

If the universe has a will,
I think it has surely worked upon us,
Tender and precious as we are.

How many times have I sought for something,
Found and lost it,
Since that time?

But your smile has taught me,
That we are now,
At the closest place we'll ever be to forever...

What journey will we make,
in our limited time?