Let thunder to commit excesses
Composing music to your verses.
All yesterdays are burned away
And washed away into the well
Of the eternity again.
The rainfall turned to our game.
Let lightning to light up your visions
And turn the void to your illusions.
The Golden Sun, the Silver Moon
Will dance over horizon soon.
All seven senses will be burst.
Stars sing the song for universe
Composing music to your verses.
10 июля 2006
