The last humans have left the blue planet.
Constantly drawn to new horizons, without knowing how to appreciate what lies ahead.
A pair of birds watches them leave.
"Say, my love... do you think they'll find what they're looking for?"
"I don't know.
But I do."
"Are you cold?"
"No. Never by your side..."
The last humans have left the blue planet.
Constantly drawn to new horizons, without knowing how to appreciate what lies ahead.
A pair of birds watches them leave.
"Say, my love... do you think they'll find what they're looking for?"
"I don't know.
But I do."
"Are you cold?"
"No. Never by your side..."