Clearing, the white mist
Sleeping, the bright stars
Wandering, in the sound of the forgotten
Singing again and again
Passing, the old wind
Facing the sun, ambers
Carving, in the cave of glistens
Singing again and again
Starry dreams, they mistily
Dance here and there
Melted, the bodys
Scattered over land of sand
Galaxy waters, we holding
Blossom there and here
Losing the weapons
Growing into rice and tree
