What happens when your rock crumbles to the abrasion of time?
And the happening of emotions that rumble, and your liaison is nai.
Your liaison of reason that person whom beseeched wisdom upon you.
The occasion that seizes one and all, and you screeched why are you gone? One of my crew.
In due time the breeze of the wind reached my skin and on the past I stewed.
The blue feeling and the person I once knew.
Will always be remembered and carried like a diamond.
Still, the ember of recollection will never surrender, never letting the bond cease.
Though my rock is deceased.
Now, I set sail with memories in mind.
And visions of hope that a friend like you I will once again find.
I love you goodbye.