I… Who do not know much about everything, Too naive been said that know about the heart Only a little bit desire that comes up through the mind It is not the whole sense, Just of what it calls precipitate Or a bit of flash from the reaction of the sense itself Being interactive with the feeling around it And unstated heart which there is no trust to be gained I… Do not know where I am standing now Just too pleasure to be sad And afraid the things going to be better Just do not know how to deal...

There is a color, there is an air There are some voices in the far away place In the forgotten homeland In the crowded places, in the silence faces In the searching heart There is a hope, there is a clue And there is a face Arise the amusing, reveals the doubtness Emerge the wondering thoughts No sense that comes up, no feeling that captured Empty air comes down, freezing wind run through No signs fall down, no clues come up Just a face, because of the face Not me, not them, not anyone here Just...