Today, you cry for your dear passer-by
sadness swallows all your tears by echoes of that goodbye
through messages on the screen, i see the sigh
Your lustrous eyes are glimmering with melancholy
past your heart, some rains are whirling
every stretch of their foam is glittering
You see, foam is all i have in memory
conecting always the oceanside with the sea
standing here between, it is me
Join me, my dear sister, i will release you from moaning
after all, what is coming is a new morning
the rose, the fox, are all waiting
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