Hello old bridge of my hometown Waiting for you to collapse While I am standing on you for one last time. The little river underneath Has dried up The only remains are the cracked soil Searching for tears for one last time. The silver light of the moon Don't excite me anymore as it is used to do All I want to paint the moon black Before I bid goodbye to you one last time. I know I will come back near you And will take the long turn to home By passing you I will look to you and envision the memories As if it will be One last time.