• Wake up my love and fly
    Because there will never be a good bye
    The Gray sun freezes the heavy hand
    Steady and still it moves
    As if having it's own will
    The hallucination haunts him
    Leaving only one destination
    Wake up my love and fly
    Because there will never be a good bye
    He takes a deep sigh
    Casting his tired eyes into the distance
    The rose plants blow soft relaxing chants
    Days had cut him like unforgiving thorns
    Aries casts a playful expression
    Pulling up regression
    A single tear quenches the thirst of the rose
    Time stands still holding it's nature
    As her voice echoes one sad final tune
    Fly because there will never be a good bye
    The Gray sun freezes the empty hand