The sun is innocent The sun is young and knows no evil Bring not to its awareness Your hopelessness Sunrise brings forth surprises Pre-destination is forbidden Predict not, make no guesses What'll be will be, not worth the burden Sunlight brings forth good tidings;
To the believed It's too young for determination The yellow smile is alive There's good on the way The beam falls to pave way And let the eyes see As quanta hangs in the air To let the birds see Light is hope