That was under my skin

Cold sun in white sky

Adding noise to silence

Crying in joy

Waiting no more

Children behave around you

You call yourself by names

Which one is you?

Gaze, glance, blink

No eye can match that moving light

Taking steps by small

The grace is never the same

Will you go on?

Silm and slender – look at you

How do you call that tender night? Dying?

Deciding to walk on forbidden grass

Wind remids and is anew again

Registered sound – live

Love to all these people