Sparkling stars are now candles
The storm is nothing but a wind
Rain has stopped pouring itself
Into the emptiness of the ground

Out of mind frenzy is what we feel
not going out for a walk in the asphalt road of the real
Shaking our spirit, to see if it is alive
Shortly after, madness arrives
Shivering wind is all we find
A small man who has an arrow behind
Trying to breath is last
As reaching for the past

Some sentences are to leave behind
Some to extend, or some to stop from shine
When I stop speaking of us in a bond
Am I going to speak alone about myself?

Shortly after, Madness will arrive
Pounding on and will slaughter my ears
Tears who are friends, come
I am becoming a fond of thou art
Kissing your water

Lovely, how you speak
How I turn to you in the end
How I fall and raise
Come, do not refuse
I know.