When the boat sails, I look back to smile at the distance behind
When the sun wakes up, I still wave back at the moon
When I feel happy, I miss the pain which helped me grow
When I could shop anew, I explore the store room.
When the world is sleeping, I stay up and dream
When the cold is seeping, I miss the midday summer struggles
When mother is ill and silent, I crave for her anger steam
When I find Math easy, I dig for those impossible puzzles.
Within the past, I find myself
History holds the solutions to all unanswered questions
Along the lines of the present, I breathe
Old is gold and new brings opportunity
Goodbye, the hardest word, it will always be.