We are clouds hanging from rain and hope and farewell.
Shortly after you asked for a clear sky and I failed to provide it in your eyes.
Whether we have spent several times; in cities,
on the streets,
in the park,
in the cinema,
on-campus,
in the library,
and in the last place, we parted.

We go home.
We return it.
Everything from the beginning, in your eyes that always provide my presence.
We return and return,
in the last place, we parted.

We will learn from each other; to hate life, to love leaving.
Because life is just a game;
love
and
hatred.
Because love is just a game; let go of a go
and
accept the fact.
Then we return and return to the last place we parted.

We return those who left and do not belong to us, because we never asked for failure as the main goal.