Boxes at an attic
Footsteps on grass
You left even your shoes
And when I open up the boxes
And return to the memories of you
I know, you’re free at last
At last on a luminous road
You are passing on lightly
I almost cry after you
But I don’t want to lead you astray
I love you so much that I wake up
Rather alone than with your sad eyes
I suppose I was some kind of a bridge for you
At the fields of realization
And now you made it there
No-one dies because of letting go
Otherwise there would be no room
For new
And at that point I let go
I hold onto only one of your shirts
I almost cry after you
but I don’t want to lead you astray
I love you so much that I wake up
Rather alone than with your sad eyes
I’m preparing myself
So that here and now
I’m brave enough to love you