These are burning clouds, silence reigns Crowds with tranquil desires Sky smells clove-pink of death. Graveyard’s calling us.
She is the pony, a lone walker Mystery lasts before dawn. Sunlight was touching her neck hair Moonlight wanted her to be its own,
Strolling in the wild orange meadow, Walking on the grounds of heaven Watching sunset on the line, Wiggled a giant glass of wine
From the depth of lambent verdure Whispered singing can be heard, And these invisible stars of eternal life Only shine at a paradise land.
Bing ban Bing boo, an eternal door opens to her, Here is the happiness land, starry sky. There hides a kiss, it’s the final kiss… Bing ban Bing boo, time to her go back home, Graveyard ‘s calling her, And she rests in peace, an ancient stone
Sunset leads to anther sunrise, are we ready to a Farewell Walk