Play parting with me. I see a secret meaning — to keep your smile

Play parting with me. I see a secret meaning — to keep your smile until the next meeting, to run the events back, casting nets into the deep whirlpool of my own thoughts. I invented saying goodbye purely out of boredom. Though separations can be afforded only by immortal souls, I still believe in science, I think the misses in fates are a mistake in the calculations after all, and not a cruel parody with a stage-prop finish. And I comfort myself with the knowledge, that souls don't die, they have no reason to worry. They laugh without a sound At people and their separations.