Time passes at the speed of a stream.
Beneath my feet, the seasons crack.
An era is ending
a mourning begins
The stream flows behind me.
Memories too
Friendships lost
A love where there was no longer any love
A childhood I will never relive
Mistakes that will probably always haunt me
Goodbyes and farewells
Saying goodbye to people we loved and will never see again
A farewell to those moments that are now part of the past
An era comes to an end
A period of mourning comes to an end.
Time never stops
Neither did the stream.