The road is empty
And bare.
The wind is dropping
Until there's no breath of air.
The lights are glowing
Softly and weakly
In the silence night.
The stars are winking
In the harmony of the night.
I walk down on the familiar road,
Viewing the familiar frames,
Watching the familiar winking stars
And seeking
For a wishing star with a wish
That everything will be all right.
