Things I felt at every touch Things I saw every day once I opened my eyes All the things that busily pushed me and passed by Things I believed in more than myself Things that I kept deep in my heart Why did I keep each and every one of them?
I feel the Sunday breeze tickling my ears And I see the clouds swimming, waving good morning So I fold my hands and wish let this day never end Maybe the summer haze will wait on me, then
At the end of the lit up city The blue dawn overlaps On my extinguished memories I’m lighting a fire Questions that can’t be answered Different dreams under the same sky