Towards The Top

With kisses, in which night lives,

You wrap the shadow in flames of your arms

You wish for rising with her

Tears of happiness drop adoring the smile

You do feel spark which lit fire between you

Let it persist

Let it feed new flame

Fiery handshake

Melts ice-bounded faces anew

Which - blankly - spy you

They gaze slowly

You're falling down with her and wish for rising again

Your kisses' song

Will light a fire that will let you rise toward the top

again