I am the breeze Along a blue horizon As for you, you're just a child Praying by a pale rainbow Fading so silently I am the echo of colour and shape, A multi-coloured painting As for you, You're a random number On the wall of camouflages A lonely ghost of the past A pale memory In a frame composed of lies You're a name in the sand But the waves washed it away As for myself, I have to water the martyrs' flowers You're just a note in the book of life As for myself, I leave a footprint On the beach of eternity Sometimes When all the offences Apparently fade I retreat into my shell My cocoon Sometimes When all the industrious enviers Hitting the ground of superfluity I disclaim Sometimes When all the abnormal beauty Reminds me of what I am living for I pray Sometimes When all the eternal moments collide I arise Inhale a breeze of my enigma Let the signs become clear Clock's ticking It is time May the last message near It is time It is for tomorrow