Suffering and cyclone

let's go on the hill

and let the dying sunbeams

drift away our sorrows

let's go to the river

and drown our wet eyes

winds change our thinking

in a beautiful silence

and transform our grayness

in a solid domed frame

let's go to the fields

and dance the last waltz

in fight of misunderstanding

let's go to the valley

to search for the untitled legends

suffering and cyclone

rage beyond the secret sea

right inside of a doubtful man

and the dialogues are gone