Etched on these brown stones are
Relics of my lost love.
The pebbles the sand
I used to decorate one day
With my tender dreamy hand.
From deep amnesia I arise
And feel these vista again.
The blue vale, mountains, cliff
And the sound of waves.
I was here someday somehow
With all these music and colors.
Sound echos
Breeze blows
I can recognize my lost journey
My lost love.