I bloom a bridge
If hope is the warmth around a sundered winter
If hope is the sound of her voice
The autumn red on her lips
If hope is the dancing butterflies when she holds my hand
If hope is to forget about the future
To forget about the past
If hope enwrites the words on your voice: I love you
Then all I can do is cry

Maybe the tears will flow a river long enough to traverse the distance
And I can finally reach you
I can finally reach your voice
And my hand can finally be held
My hope is in your eyes
And here, I, with only the hope I have to hold
I bloom a bridge