Memories

Wet drops; woke up the little man,

his eyes see a magic garden.

Day by day the heaven

seems to be without end.

Beautiful leaves fall in eden,

so he tries to climb hits walls...

Ice fields and glass forests

lie down under the horizon,

moving ground far from the sky

(moving ground far from the sky).

Winds blow dust of thousands centuries

remind memories of life,

the old valley echoes with far voices

living warm shelters of dreams.