It is fragile every day
A useless delay
This moment

Same sleep
Will you never understand what I miss


How futile it seems to sow
I am looking for nothing and all
My fleeting hope

Your fading heart
When we will cast our final spark


On tiptoe I moved off to the
all-knowing cranes
They said we were only a

brief yearning for
Something far too bright


"A reflecting image of paper
is still more than a directionless fool
within a celestial scenery

So our deeds are never as hopeless
As we may think sometimes."