We don't know
How many pages
It has until now
Or whether it will go for ages.
With four hands and keyboards
We have laid there
Our soul, our dreams, our odds,
Our memories, our hopes, our words.
Now, saddly I am alone
To smith sentences on the paper
And for us, to draw colors of the rainbow.
So, if you feel, come and join me
Back to our book, dreaming a common history.