at a certain age one day becomes an hour at a certain age one day becomes a moment at a certain age one day becomes a flash at a certain age one day becomes Hope
have to stand still have to run to the finish have to blur the lines have to bow my head Can I- just lie in bed and swing in my fantasy? even not till the end
Tears trenched paper Wind thrilled through the ear Raindrops permeated sand The road led to the end Darkness crushed the trail Shadow reflected the pain Baby boys Baby girls Standstill Standstill We are on the way
i thought something is coming back no lies in your eyes oh babe i am in love again - the rock hit the water never coming back - oh babe i should not bring my heart next time
There are four seasons in my heart I hope to meet you in Spring- We can see how the mountains become green I hope to meet you in Summer- We shall see how the tides turn grey I hope to meet you Fall- We will see how the wind blows gold I hope to meet you in Winter- We could see how our eyes hide fire I hope to meet you in - Future