You thought about it for the first time in years
How it would happen
What you would leave behind
Not a letter, not money, not immortal art
Not a last word
You would leave an image of a harsh person
who played with love
an echo of deep laughter
that faded as soon as it broke out
a memory of a round face
wearing a gaunt expression
a legend of a good winner
You thought about it for the first time in years
the colour of the sky
the slowed-down movement of the earth
no regrets
no music
no the best clothes
no panic
You would leave an image of a harsh person
who played with love
an echo of a deep laughter
that faded away as soon as it broke out
a memory of a round face
wearing a gaunt expression
a legend of a good winner
no regrets
no music
no best clothes
no panic
no panic
no panic
no panic
no regrets
no music
no immortal art
no panic
no panic
no panic
no panic
You would leave an image of a harsh person
who played with love
an echo of deep laughter
that faded as soon as it broke out
a memory of a round face
wearing a gaunt expression
a legend of a good winner
no regrets
no music
no immortal art
no panic
no panic
no panic
no regrets
no music
no best clothes
no panic
no panic
no panic
no regrets
no music
no best clothes
no panic
no panic
no panic
no panic
you thought about it for the first time in years
the colour of the sky
the slowed-down movement of the earth