It's you there when I close my eyes,
I choose to stand here where I am,
so don't you move alright,
I imagine that you haven't ran.
While the fall is in the air,
I clap my hands so you don't scare,
of this beauty of this image,
stop the time, only cause this age.
Is it late to say goodbye?
Is it to early to say hello?
Do now I have to cry?
Are you the one that I should follow?