The seasons have changed
People have moved on
My sky will never fall

From sun to sun
The sand grains keep running
My steps are burning

The wind blows hard
Rivers flow into the ocean
My feelings are wrapped in questions

Buds become flowers
White refracts color
My hopes are painted with a crown and honour

Today is hazy and miserable
Tomorrow, at the top of the golden ladder
Wait there,  I'm the winner!