Will we meet again?
Where have you gone
after the sunset?
When you've gone away
after the sunset
it seems so dark
because the sun never rose.
Where will I
ever find you again?
Wherever you are,
you're always in me.
Where wil I find
your words of wisdom,
hope, strength and courage?
Waiting for you is like
waiting for the sun to revolve
around the moon.
Wanting to see you is like
waiting for centuries
to see comets.
Waiting to hear you is like
waiting for decades to
see an eclipse.
When you were here, I thought
you would stay.
When you were gone, I knew
you would never come back.
Why is it that the ones to leave
are those I love?
Will there ever be a day
we will meet again?
