Waves to the past

my hands, waving.
Waving to the past and present,
waving to what I have said,
waving to the idiot things I've done,
waving to the inconceivable events that have happend,
waving to the sweet promises that have been said,
waving to the memories that still running in the head.


Left them in the dark night, to the half moon,
to the stars that far far away,
leave to the palm tree in the island in the middle of Mediterranean,
leave to the dumbs that still keeps them in hands.


Bye to the past, and there need a ceremony to complete the farewell.