The night was long,
it surpasses the morning.
The clouds are forming
simultaneously.
And it's already morning.
So, life separates us
and drifts us away from each other.
And the gods protect you
over and over,
in comparison to other meetings.
Oh, my friends and my brothers,
what will we become if we don't have us ?
Cold-hearted.
Somehow lone and weaker
and missing each other.
Cold-hearted.
Somehow lone and weaker
and missing each other.