We’ve built our little world, With sunsets and dreams, Through ups and downs, We’re stronger than we seem. So let’s paint tomorrow, With colors, bold and bright, Chasing every moment, Like the stars in the night.
As well as the writer’s balcony Dressed in the ruins of summer, Autumn slides, Crowding at the edges of wakefulness. The still undiscovered adventure, Sadness being beautiful.
I run in the rain, not seeing where I go, The wind twists my hair and laughing, takes my strength. But I'm not afraid, because I know –Even the rain teaches to love the skies.