Do not lock the gate, we will return.
leave one lamp awake, we will return.
if the path forgot our footprints,
the dust will remember, we will return.
perhaps not with the same faces,
perhaps not with the same laughter
but carrying what could not be packed,
we will return.
even if only as rain,
soaking the old courtyard,
even if only as the wind
travelling through the same courtyard,
we will return.
