I walk out of the door today
And the sky is blue, oh so blue
First time I don't see you in the clouds—
The clouds have learnt to form other shapes.
I stroll down the street
My shoes has shed its weight;
At the end of the street,
My back no longer ache with that familiar strain
I don't know why,
But the world seem to dip in bright light.
Everything is the same,
But it's like I took off a pair of dusty glasses
And saw the world for the first time.
You are gone,
You are finally gone, I realize.
I thought you were the world,
But all along you were that pair of dusty glasses.