You passed
And from your footstep
My Idol started to grow
A girl
Its clay of star dust
Its tress made of the curl of dreams
And a mouth
which I taught it nothing
But I love you
And it does not know that I used to sacrifice the child of true love for you
For that reason there's no blood running beneath her feet

You still pass
And you are visible through the window of dreams at times
I do not know why I still look at you
And I watch your footsteps with
A deep regret of a kiss
I believe
footsteps are more closer to you