Maybe it’s about letting things go, not about forcing things to happen
Maybe it’s about the future, nothing more about the memories
Maybe it’s about getting along, not about ambitions
Maybe it’s about who we are, not who we were
Because we’re not who we were nor we know who we’re going to be

Let’s walk our own road and cross fingers
If we could meet again in another junction
Because if we will never, let’s just come back to our old books and reread it whenever we miss each other.