Beyond skies our names will be written on the stars, Under the oceans our words will be heard a cross sunlights.
Leaves are trembling,
Birds are flying away,
The wind softly whistles a message to me…
« Time is a runner. »
As the sun is slowly drowning in the clouds,
The drops of rain woke me up.
If asked why tears are falling,
Then from above another dream has caught me…