My last letter was sent,
my yesterday is off-line.
I don't want to come back,
i just want a cup of red wine.

I want to see your and my light,
I want to run through the summer rain.
I just wish to be and bright
as a drop of dew after morning came.

Watching sunset and sunrise,
Laughing at and looking for,
to be or not is the same and wise -
just live and breath as never before...