I turn to Zenith now All there is, is the scent of you
I can see me now, As today I say farewell to you
There is always, however, a small gap Between the sea and the sky Where I retreat to take a break From those monotonic chants clocking our passing time
There behind a crowd of clouds bathed in Sun I behold these pictures to you
And that's how it goes A song always comes to an end Then a few more bits of silence
In a composition of stagnant water and seagulls sad I bring your laughter back to light And your life, which you always felt as stolen? Has (always) been there instead Just afraid of blooming, of us