Are we still stunned under the trees
When it rains with the lake that continues
Never say day Just a feather that feels ... feels Every day lulled with the most beautiful dreams By counting the red dusk at the end of the beam Creating silent secrets In a memories Conclude one meaning of this straight room.The steepness of human beings
Should we look for the sparkling peak of light In the life of a thousand colors
Under the expression of a facial expression That is lonely
Should we search in the twilight
Back we meet Should we seek in fragrant sympathy Spelled out lasting memories
Like waiting in the sunset Disappear slowly across Red clouds.
