I hear the sound of the night,
The daylight flips inside.
The quick flaps of flocks,
A silent farewell to the trees.
And a yellow flag,
That flutters in the breeze,
The clouds wrestle for space.
The darkness that burns your heart,
A story weaves in a secret place.
Years of search for a light,
Spill out everything,
A flower that never sought a glance of your eyes,
Must not ever be doomed to die.