"In distant parallel dimension,
17 years ago we met,
And just like that, without intention
Our life became a single thread.
But then you left to roam the forest
And i got drafted in the rain.
We said goodbye, but we had promised
That someday we will meet again.
And so time passed, i split the army
And i had wondered where you’re at.
You traveled almost every country
On the vast Old World continent.
I came to meet you in a valley
Of vast, eternal, endless grass.
And from then on we wrote our story
Creating magic as we pass.
It feels a bit surrealistic
To know that somewhere in the world
This path has actually existed
And our story has been told.
But in our actual dimension,
Where our story won't be known.
We have to fight our intuition
So our lives will not be blown.
I think a lot about this concept,
Of spinning doors or simple fait.
If things do happen for a reason
What is the purpose of this pain?
This is a complicated feeling,
Conflicted between truth and hope.
I wish i understood the meaning,
Of life, the universe and Love."
