The morning fog drapes the hills in grey
With delicacy of crimson leaves
That drink the day
In the heavenly perfume of,
my favourite red rose
Where the stars and clouds collide
Between the velvet midnight
The stars I plead for wishes
That answered to me
In Fragile patterns of their delicacy
my eyes could gaze for an eternity
In the world of mist and colours
I feel alive once again
Walking beneath the silver sky
Getting washed by the rain