At the crossroads, a couple stands,
broken hearts and empty hands.
Their paths have drifted far by now,
yet here they stand, not sure just how.

It’s not easy — it’s really hard,

after forty years, love broke apart.

But how much time is truly left
to be each other’s happiness theft?

She thinks she’s always in the right,
he chases dreams — but time feels tight.
At the crossroads — silence, pain,
and freedom flowing through each vein.

They walk away on different roads,
but someone stays and softly hopes.
Their child, with sadness in her eyes —
a gift of love from better times.

She thought she’s always in the right,
he chased his dreams into the night.
At the crossroads — silence, pain,
no one there, only memories remain.

Rok Leš