As if on the rim of a cloud,
I remember your words,
And because of my words to you,
Night became brighter than day.
Thus, torn from the earth,
We rose up, like stars.
There was neither despair nor shame,
Not now, not afterward, not at the time.
But in real life, right now,
You hear how I am calling you.
And that door that you half opened,
I don’t have the strength to slam.