Please let the golden sky bloom again.
Wasn't it just floating above my dreams...

You're weighing if you'll be around
to see me fall in love with you...

Da da doo da
We've already flown away dear...

We have witnessed the peace of times....
with twisted kites and coils of that rich...

Her incandescent hair
- like winter ivy...

Your face is jolly when you tell her,
it was another prolonged night...

I'm leaving my footprints behind,
for I won't be walking along your side...

Half of me wishes
it could have softer skin...

You'd said you'd give anything
for the day to last one minute longer...

Why am I writing within a fear
if I don't even know if I can...

You write me a prelude-
a stroke of sailing hands...

I've had so little a glimpse of you.....
through glass morphings...