And even though I’ve let you go,
You’re like this anchor weighing me down below.
I still feel you merging with my flow:

Whether it’s the breeze,
That fills up sparse areas in the trees.
Or the relationship that takes place between the flowers and bees.

The way the sun beams down on me
Or the way waves move in the enormous sea.
One look is all it takes to think about what could be.