The fabric of a dream dissolved, or so it seemed, in the waking light.
Exchangeable goodbye.
Go on, catch your flight.
It's been a privilege.
Did we shake hands?

Well, mine were shaking still with the passing of the last carts of the train.
And then the lesser half remained.
I surely hope we forged a lasting chain...

That simple, sober style...
Be careful with that smile 'cause you might hurt someone.
And it can't be made undone,
like snow before the sun, or backspace in a message, if you will.
The pain residing still.
We are so much alike, you and I.
Do you know that you radiate like in real life,
when visualised by my third eye?
Or even more so.

And though we live in different time zones,
there is no doubt that we are somehow synchronised.
Like synchronised minds.
Shall we keep this pure and mutual, and ban amorous spoilers from the game?
'Cause it'd be such a shame...

And even though the tragedy of synchro-minds may amplify a thousand times,
I want to see this through.
You know as I do that the unity of synchro-minds stretches over a thousand miles,
so don't you feel blue...
I'll be joining you so soon.