It was All Clear

Here we were once again under different skies, in a far-away continent and lost among this strange crowd. You were holding my hand tightly just as usual. My eyes were gazing the crowd, signposts written in a calligraphic language. The noise of the cars were buzzing my ears. Nothing made sense. At all. Except one thing: I was tied to you with thousands of years old feelings. It was all clear to me.