with the ink of happy... single in the dreams using the alphabet of stars, in your calendar, like a party drug, I am... a mysterious moon written and portrayed in any day's caprice tactically as you sing in my crepuscular zone indifferent what season could be felt in you

The calm blue sky has vanished, you've left behind the spring… wasn't important any sigh, — you've made your choice so clear. Then, summer with its nights appeared and disappeared, — I waited for you till morning dew, not even then, you've not revealed. And autumn came, much earlier hearing my cries calling for you, but all the scattered feelings shaped an identic attitude. Now winter's here but seems I am the one that's changed, — the gallant echo of the spring, like you & I… it disappeared… an army full of devils, it does it feels electric, it's power as I'm chasing fire  to shake it up where it began, at the vertigo introduction⇡up

because your smile seems a glory... box of some dreams have been telegraphed at an odd address from a sarcastic area this area, — staged in splendid art style of the Picasso, in my pocket is wandering with my whispers in your fantasy's colors