Whether I'm still a nice girl, your eyes will say, I know, but believe me, I love you endlessly in this confused tricky world. Your hand was in the midst of storms, smile waiting in the rain, for the other two, you and I are crazy, especially in sleep. I love boss with winds to wander, but from my dreams I have wreaths, for thousands of directions to ask, with the birds to sing at dawn. I am such a poor and happy, a casual light of light, through me your strength is stretched, among the earth's longing silence. Disconnect? It will be the rainbow of our intertwined traces. A hope in the future is waiting for us, to her quietly fly with me.