he was holding at the end
holding at the end of the line
maybe hoping maybe ending
I dare not to see what's in his mind

I teased a little bit
shaking the end of the line
it was me holding on
it was me at the other end of the line

where were we?
both at the ends of a road
ends of the road
not together but a part

realized that by the end
tried to hold on by the ends
oh, but it slip! you let go
you let go of the string that connects our line.