Roads
Ahead of us, streets again
Crowded, gray pavements
People
People
Lonely and hopeful
They're over
The fairy tales which we thought would never come to an end
Lies that have been left in our hands
Shrunk
Hurt
Games
His/Her hands
Are like always in my hands
His/Her heart
Is in my heart
And the tear falling off from his/her eyes
As if, inside me
A broken sentence
Still inside me
When you hear, too
The sound of rain, you wait at your window
Just because maybe he/she/it comes back
The wind in your hand, in your face
It moves the sorrow inside you
Snow, that is completely white
With its hands
Touches your tired face
It's over now
The song you loved
Voice of a lost child
As if he/she was forgotten
Love is in the wing of a bird
Now
Like a falling star
Pierces the night
From the middle