He was a great man.
Until grey fogs,
consumed his legacy.

He looked for a shelter,
it was late, too late.

He knew, that his restless heart
was a burden for them.

He passed the land of dreams
with volcanos in his pockets.
"Well", he said.
"Yet Another,
and more to come"

Yellow bird fly away.
Fly away.
It is your destiny
to play with the light.