Qui quadrivium.
This is the time.
People moving on to other things.
Goodbyes and promises, memories of happiness.
Sometimes I feel that no matter where I happen to be
I am a crossroad, a mile stone
and everybody keeps passing by
introduction, friendship, love and then- Adiós!
over and over again.
I'm like a bird....I only fly away.
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