In an old hamlet of memories Suddenly I passed there I covered some miles alone Captured bundles of stories I break off on the fringe of the calm ocean And sat on a broken wooden bench
Leaned over the shoulder of my own shadow I start counting happiness and worries Caravan of tears began to creep And fragile heart starts bumping From trembling lips, words slipped down Where are companions and enemies?
An unheard voice struck through my ears Echoed back with the bottom line Hey… an ephemeral traveller Nothing persists, but memories
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