Light wings as bright as flares,
Flies beyond the mist of dust,
Settle along the edge of falls,
Bringing sorrows to land of peace,
turning into a million falls of dying hearts.

Hundreds of marching steps
in a thousand eyes of silent sea,
Marching towards the rising moon,
Stepping away from the falling stars...

Letters of millions hearts
from thousand souls of hope
reaches no where but a piles of wrinkled papers...
Days of laughter, days of love,
ended with a swipe of faded colors...