I’m gonna be
A fixed point in the daylight
A fuzzy tree in a big and green area
A misunderstanding in the eyes of the curious
A white street in the brightness
A vehement garden, a squall and silence
A blank page about the meaning

An opened sky to the speechless desires
I’m gonna be
Older
Finally

To smile to whom i want
I’m gonna be
Older
Finally

3000 miles, 2 trains, one bus, 2 boats
And the light in the morning
And the humidity of the meeting
And a vague feeling about
The reason of a so long journey
To smile to whom i want




























I’m gonna be
Older






Finally

How could I find the hollow through the water?
How to find the path?
Walking on through the buried flower
And the grass ?
We can’t see the ground.

How to see, to cross the stream ?
The border disappear
How to see the river in the liquid blur ?
All the features are erased.

Let’s through there some paperboat
To mark out the way
Let’s mark contour in our report
With always opened eyes
We can’t see the ground.

Let’s walk in this desert of drops
To mark out the way
Let us create our own view and test sunglow
All the line are released