For no reason I hold your hand,
and walk down this bridge of life.
Above, the seasons change like scenery passing,
Under, the water flows and runs non-stop.
For only this one time,
we let our footmarks imprint over,
and our reflections silhouette below,
this bridge…
Unknown at this end, uncertain at the other,
Yet for no reason I hold your hand,
and walk down this bridge of life.
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