13 окт. 2013 г., 20:59
Cool shimmering light lingers around.
Leaves of the autumn break the sound.
(And) Only the whispers can be heard,
Untangled from the common word...
As I see the gathering clouds,
as I feel... the darkness above
Dreams are now taken,
All by the storm...
And I feel... the life is now broken
As I see into the storm...
So what if the darkness is here?
So what if we can't stop the rain?
... Can't we just dream... or imagine that here,
There is a bleam that glows from within.
Can't we just scream for the laughter?!
Seen as the most, ever done, creasiest thing...!
Now I see... that life isn't broken,
As I feel that I'm not alone!
Now that we're under... and into the sound...
Under the sky... and into the storm!