Though our story is not fully told
for rest of the chapters to unfold
patiently we wait, patiently we hold.
though ten thousand miles apart
so distant, in the mind and heart
friends still, no matter how far.
I drink to yours, you drink to mine
we patiently wait, wait for the time.
to one day our lives rhyme again
share a whiskey bottle, bury the pain.
that dark tunnel of future awaits
the light we see at the tunnel's end
is it a train that the death sends?
let's find out how that whiskey tastes!
not much time left, let’s make haste!
should not let that whiskey go to waste!