floating through the streets of this town I can do nothing about

Red Hot Chili Peppers singing in my head again

just like before, just like before

our days are never coming back?



no, it will never be the same again

we're going ahead, we always are going ahead

destination/destiny?



they seem to be the same

in this world this is me who I may not be afraid of, at least

happiness



since yesterday

wisdom



since yesterday

could I expect?



of course not

mais c'est un fait accompli

not merely a formal date



I thought it would be like that

from this point onwards



there is no distance

but it is still to be surmounted

there is no windowpane

but it is still to be broken

that
really
is
easier