A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.
Circling: 1978-1987When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.
Circling: 1978-1987All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.
Circling: 1978-1987