Wishing for the pretending reunion conveyed
The world through the drawn picture is your talent
A light blue brush moving earnestly, beating the pulse
Your stretched shadow disappear far beyond
Back to the beginning and the opened letter is filled with codes
The sand that I have grabbed
Searched for mortal frame and shadow avoiding the light rain
It is your turn
Your toe seen through with lies
The echo voice pushes the running back and won't turn back
The meaning of found spoken words
Leave them here
Searched for mortal frame and shadow avoiding the light rain
It is your turn
The world I didn't know forgives me
The shape you wearing the light of dusk
The smile reflected on the surface of water
It is your turn
Your toe seen through with lies