Artists die; their art never dies
Trees die; their wind never dies...

There is a silence within me
I want to say something...

I did tell you...
That you should never let this song last...

Melting sun was sinking in the sea
While blue, canvas turned crimson highs...

When silence says it all...
All you do us to soak in the moment...

When the wind blows, Fresh air into your nose,
When the wind blows, Wake up from your doze...

Why this only happen with me
And I always thought let it be...

Fallen leaves carpet
The hallowed ground which you tread...

When the sun shines through the clouds,
The birds twitter merrily...

The morning was a little angry with me
the darkness of the night did not let me see...

Blemishing thoughts popped up,
Loitering in the back yard of mind...

Half my life is done,
Done with some help...