A morning epilogue with all colors grey
Lapses on the street with discouraged pray
A never ending grief ever dishazed

Laughters forgotten inside the past
How fast they have drowned
Years from this empty way

That when the wind blows
Whispers your name
The autumn prologue

With all it's grievance
Dishaze the memories of crestfallens
Every day, every second

Behind other's way of lives
Bleach the hopes, wash them from greed
Take time to clear your mind

Figure your thoughts under the sun
Concealed in black and white
Never get old

Never get young
Lives are kept in the street behind the time
There are times emotions are spilled

From bottles of defeat
To the scars of past
There are times that I walk alone

After traces I will never find...