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Everything passes and everything remains in time,
our love is fleeting like the wind.
We walk among rivers of uncertainty,
tracing paths over the sea in the twilight.
I never sought renown or praise,
I only explored the spheres of hope.
My song is lost in the immense distance,
where dreams sparkle with fantasy.
I love to see those subtle worlds,
levitating like volatile bubbles.
They are dressed in colors with solar brightness,
under a blue sky that invites to dream.
I never longed for glory or fame,
only to leave behind me a flame.
Walker, your footsteps mark the path,
creating a path in each new path.
As we walk we forge our own path,
as we look back we appreciate the dispute.
Once past, the path fades away,
leaving only the footprint that blooms in you.