I fell into pieces,
and I left each piece of me at a different place.
I threw someone at the deepest point of high seas,
I rowed my boat, I got away,
I didn't even look back.
I left someone at the peak of high mountains
so that nobody could save him, so that he'd be food to wolves and wild birds.
I left someone in that small city I never forgot about.
I couldn't go back, and who knows
even if I did, I couldn't have been able to find him.
First, I was dispersed, I went up in smoke.
Then I rested, I cooled off.
And instead of every piece of me that left,
I gave birth to new ones.
Stronger, calmer,
happier, more silent,
more mature, more sensitive,
lonelier, more tired...
I planted someone at the bottom of a known cherry tree,
I couldn't ask if he blossemed or shot forth.
I forgot someone with a dear friend I loved the most,
I wanted him back, she didn't give him back.
Turns out, deep down she never really liked me.
I threw someone into fires for the sake of a big love,
on purpose, willingly but I have never regretted.