In heaven
We will meet again...

Your words drowning in my head
Can’t let them go...

This paper filled
With what my heart...

Airy red bird
Sing me a gentle song...

Fluttering through the hot summer wind
As sunbeams reflect on its wings...

In these times of change and charge
It would be better to be cold than bold...

As slightly the summer goes by
Reawakened winds approach...

These words I wrote for you
As the sun goes down and the moon arises...

When leaves started falling to the ground
I dreamt of summer memories gone by...

Life is slowly slipping away
Hiding behind blurred windows...