The clouds are drifting away
with the seagulls' fading shadows.
Bach's music, a deep step to eternity.
a deep stroke to my heart,
when you left.
A wide step to infinity.
Un jour triste por le voyager.
How is it possible that one day
could pass even quicker
than an entire year?
To meet you, was it accidently,
was it just luck or perhaps destiny?
Now Edinburgh remains grey again
And colours washed out in the rain.
Princess Street remains dark
and in shadows.
Only my thoughts are with you,
freed from a desolate enclosure.
I myself feel like a cloud,
drifting away with the wind
and into the sea