Where are you?

When I reached you, I knew that was where I wanted to stay. The place where I could dream, where, even awake, I could fly.

Suddenly, you are not there; I can no longer find you. The path I had to you must have been erased, and I feel how, little by little, I have stopped searching for you myself.

I wonder where you are, if you also tried to find me or if you were always something I could dream of, but could never stay with.

I wonder where you are, but I know we will never meet again.