The memories of the shooting Stars Clinged to the wall of our souls Putting out the old wounds and scars. As we watched the sun set, embracing the soft air at twilight Enjoying the tales of when we first met. Pointing at the beautiful stars at night. As we hoped for dreams to come chase us After we've shuffled off this mortar veneer . Dearie, I see the dawn of pellucide in your eyes The shining of pearls on your skin I remember. Be well! My adeiu isn't forever Maybe if am lucky I will end up In your arms