I - Nostalgia

When there's nothing left just an empty room, a weak ray of light shows me the thread of Nostalgia

I used to hate goodbyes but now I'm the first shaking the hand

I'm tired of memories too much effort for anything important anymore...

Too late to come back to that warm faces smiling before and pointing at me behind

I teased the thread running fast thinking about the next chapter leaving that silent Nostalgia behind my back