Walks the rain with the age
breathing the air of earth...

Darkness arrives
at the soliloquy iced...

There's when blind crashes against
towers and blading lovers...

The clock tower resounds,
gray hairs are on...

When the sand is rustling its grain
through feet that dance a drink...

Who's that man walking
heavily on the ground...

Worked labyrinth,
door of traveling...

Day begins dilated,
dreamer eyes at shadow...

A quick fire was entered
into a doll-face weather...

What is that rain
falling like swords...

Looking the days aside,
just feeling a miracle...