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
