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People told me you were on a train back home
Is it true
I am not at peace
Hi ~~, how are you
Remember the day you were leaving
It was a similar summer day
The sun was bright
The air was humid
I took a train to New York City
I heard that’s the place where people forget things
On Broadway, “once” made its debut
Though the sign reads “sold out”
I was disappointed
Only years later, I then know the show is not about “forget” but about “remembrance”
Over the time, some things changed, some things never did
I still go to New York City, not for forgetting, but for afraid of forgetting
Sitting in the piano bar, between the cocktails
The moments flash
It was a blue sky
Beautiful sandy beach
You were coming up running
…
Welcome home
Over the time, some things changed, some things never did
New York is still beautiful