Above havently vault carried stellar
Dust like a thunder from the clean sky
The dust had a color like golden sand
From desert
The glittering, corns, of sand
The limpid drops of tears
The glittering corns of sand
Oh no, so quickly death
Under flowing stream of time
I find answear
The questions of tomorow doesn't
Give me sleep
Perhaps I'll discover what the other won't!
Perhaps I'll be the one
Time flies like deliver of sences
And I fly with him
My second ego is still young however
The flowing, corns, of sand
The flowing time
The flowing, corns, of sand
Oh no!!!
Everyone will die in a short time well
I would like to search for my past to find my future.
It isn't possible are we all so young,
We are finishing our live
