From the beginning an invisible string tugs, loosens,
Through the years worn out, never breaks in us.
You may fly, be distance apart, yet never apart.
Through the gate of the forgotten to another place,
Beautiful isn't it? Leaving me, I will be with you
One day, and I will remember your face once faded
Into my childhood, recount joy, tears filled
in every thought of old, of what was lost.
P.S.: Watched "Departure" again on a Sunday afternoon.