Iris - The Box of Happiness
I believed we would meet again,
waving my hand without a promise.
The window on the train is a
frame for the moving scenary.
Gently, gently,...
I start to see the beginning.
But I can't go ahead without losing.
I will wait for these feelings again.
Knowing that a magic trick will
make them return.
Running on the rails,
a new town appears.
If I could turn my "goodbye" into a song,
I can see you wherever I am.
Because our souls sang in unison,
and the melody continues throughout time.
I found that differents places all
have the same colors.
I still feel the warmth we shared.
Together, we knew the reasons for living.
But not, going on is a painful memory.
You have left with your promise,
but it shall remain in my box forever.