I wrote you a secret,
a single word...

I would sneak into your thoughts,
find out what has you busy...

she came to me in my dreams,
floating like clouds on a sunny day...

So I lie,
That I can't die...

Yearning befalls prey
to a broken wish...

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do...

Labyrinth of the bitter and the sweet,
of the ripe seasons before the harvest...

Even I who have seen God,
knows not what he looks like...

It has been years
and years of broken memories...

In the image of the forgotten message,
I saw the fabric of truth...

I always wanted to be a millionaire...
now all I wish for...

To a woman my heart longs for.
Seasons race like seconds...