He was standing there, on the stony stairs,
smiling curiously, his hair melting in the air,
while in a corner, on a notebook, she was trying to capture the essence of his stare.
Now, he's murmuring something to his friend on the ground,
and she's patiently waiting for him to turn around;
he is turning around, searching for someone in the crowd.
And now, he's dancing as if he'll forever be young,
and all she can think of is "I want to write you a song";
and now, he's laughing and she wishes she could laugh along,
but she had said goodbye to him and it's been so long.
Suddenly, he found who he was searching;
his bright eyes under the autumn sun were shining;
only one piece of the puzzle was missing,
and here, under her favourite tree, she was sitting.
He waved at her subtly, a kind smile on his face;
it seemed they would always come back to this place...
