What It Means to Travel

I found this song amazing, and had to listen to it repeatedly.

Lyrics:

You've seen many beautiful places.
You've seen many beautiful girls.
You are lost in every brief moment of time on the map.

You've enjoyed the nights in Paris.
You've strolled through snow in Beijing.
You memorize every line of your favorite in the book.

But you cannot tell me why you love me.
But you cannot tell me what is your favorite look of mine.
But you cannot tell me in which occasion I rocked your heart.
You cannot tell me why you leave.

You've accumulated a lot of travel.
You carefully picked souvernirs.
You've collected every nice and sunny weather on the map.

You embraced passionate islands.
You buried some memories in Turkey.
You are obsessed with those beautiful but unrealistic scenes in the movies.

But you cannot tell me why you love me.
But you cannot tell me what look of mine attracts you the most.
But you cannot tell me when and where I rocked your heart.
You cannot tell me what it means to travel.

You cannot tell me why you love me, with hesitation.
But you cannot tell me what look of mine attracts you the most.
But you cannot tell me in which occasion I distracted you.
You cannot tell me why you leave.

You told me, with hesitation, every single letter you sent me is the reason you left.
Your leaving me is what it means to travel.