Walks the rain with the age
breathing the air of earth...

Who's that man walking
heavily on the ground...

There's when blind crashes against
towers and blading lovers...

When the sand is rustling its grain
through feet that dance a drink...

Looking the days aside,
just feeling a miracle...

What is that rain
falling like swords...

A quick fire was entered
into a doll-face weather...

Darkness arrives
at the soliloquy iced...

Worked labyrinth,
door of traveling...

Day begins dilated,
dreamer eyes at shadow...

The clock tower resounds,
gray hairs are on...