A breath of air that floods the broad earth
light that whispers between the flowing clouds
Even if it surpasses a thousand years,
This glassy birthplace is never ending.
The reason of the sky... The courage of the wind...
The desire of the sand... I feel them more.
Who am I? Who are you?
Where does wounded love go?
What I see in these eyes is an idea of memory.
Presented with this body, I was born here.
There is no such thing as an eternal world, but...
So I'll be right here until I travel again...
The wisdom of time... The miracles of people...
The feelings of dreams... I believe in them more.
I am you. You are me.
I remember red deja vu.
There is no such thing as an eternal world, but...
So I'll be right here until I travel again...
The reason of the sky... The courage of the wind...
The desire of the sand... I feel them more.
Who am I? Who are you?
Where does wounded love go?
Priss
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