The time when those nostalgic footprints followed me  
                                            were the calm before the storm.
                                             
                                             The flowing seasons, 
                                            ever-changing like a river, test us. 
                                            And I can't call you "young boy" anymore. 
                                             
                                             When you go to that new world 
                                            in the past, the future, always! I'll be your ally.
                                             
                                             If you ever get lost, or fall 
                                            before anyone, I'll be the first in line to help you.
                                             
                                             My chest, embraces the expanding future  
                                            and the tears of yesterday. 
                                            Respectively, the image of the futures we pursue  
                                            will become a part of history.
                                             
                                             These memories which I won't allow myself to forget even now 
                                            accompany me in this faraway journey.
                                             
                                             The treasure that  
                                            we buried that day in the ground, 
                                            was a crystal dream. 
                                            Not saying anything was a compliment.
                                             
                                             Thank you 
                                            long-gone day-to-days 
                                            Even for the number of wounds 
                                            we got as we smiled, while competing against each other. 
                                              
                                            Let's stand side by side, we said and 
                                            as the evening sun extended our shadows 
                                            we became bigger.
                                             
                                             You, with your running sneakers, 
                                            dirty shirt, 
                                            and the remnants of a plaster on your nose... 
                                            I will protect you, from afar.
                                             
                                             If you ever get lost, or fall 
                                            before anyone, I'll be the first in line to help you.
                                             
                                             My chest embraces the expanding future and the tears of yesterday. 
                                            Respectively, the image of the futures we pursue  
                                            will become a part of history.