Everytime i look through the window ,i think you are there waiting for me , if its raining , or not, i still wish this moment to be true How to hide something is living in me and awakes me in the night , when Silence invites me to dream this dream again and again How to stop staring a the clouds and see shapes of figures , faces, words or phrases telling me this day will come Sadness is not a god feeling bit it tastes like cleaning my soul from the most dark and forgotten emotions, memoried and dreams. Theres always a hope... ...Living in me.
If i feel no love here. I know somewhere else i'll be loved again. The world is big There are lotd of lotd of lots of people Why resign now If i dont know who i will meet tomorrow.