Above havently vault carried stellar

Dust like a thunder from the clean sky

The dust had a color like golden sand

From desert

The glittering, corns, of sand

The limpid drops of tears

The glittering corns of sand

Oh no, so quickly death

Under flowing stream of time

I find answear

The questions of tomorow doesn't

Give me sleep

Perhaps I'll discover what the other won't!

Perhaps I'll be the one

Time flies like deliver of sences

And I fly with him

My second ego is still young however

The flowing, corns, of sand

The flowing time

The flowing, corns, of sand

Oh no!!!

Everyone will die in a short time well

I would like to search for my past to find my future.

It isn't possible are we all so young,

We are finishing our live