Souvenirs on my way home

From time to time I’m in a film where sceneries keep passing by unceasingly. 

Among them, I will portray the one that my eyes choose as a perfect memory to bring back home. 

I am coming back from a journey where I locked up my heart and mind. 

Yet even with my smallest light, I run to you in company of free-flying birds in the sky.

I fell and picked up some tears on my way,

But in the end I forget yesterday and tomorrow, when at last I am near you.