I hope these are the words that doesn’t fade,
I hope we’re building a mountain
and not yet another wave.
I hope the day
we see our reality collapse,
we can stand there and say
at least,
we made made a promise
out of a perhaps.

I hope our roots are intertwined,
not our branches or our leaves
They are, unless the future lied,
I hope the depths care for our seed.

I wish our mountain would grow
mainly from tears of joy
and rarely from tears of sorrow
I hope your smile never feel constrained
I wish your rivers would sparkle
without any glimpse of pain.

And, oh, I wish life would never invade
and I wish that nighttime never
darkened the following day
I guess you can say
I hope nothing lasts forever,
though only in certain ways.

But of course, I know
nothing makes a mountain grow
like darkness, like storms
Like rain.