The warmth of fantasy
Sometimes people need some fantasy to warm themselves
Stars that cannot be reached, wind that cannot be held
Far away places that cannot be reached, people that cannot be loved
And a life that cannot be repeated
Sometimes people need some fantasy to warm themselves
Stars that cannot be reached, wind that cannot be held
Far away places that cannot be reached, people that cannot be loved
And a life that cannot be repeated
It must be the weather that we all are short.
People can always be loved, perhaps not touched?
Your thoughts are intriguing. It seems like you're reflecting on the impact of the weather on people's moods and interactions, and pondering the nature of human connection. Here's a possible interpretation:
"The weather might influence our feelings of distance or closeness. Even if we can't always physically touch or be near each other, love and care can still be expressed and felt deeply."
Does this align with your thinking?
Yes, you hit the nail. Thanks for understanding what I said.