Close the eyes water light footsteps. Fly birds. Above that my soul wax. The forest shadows surround me. Twilight slowly descends with wings soft and cold.

The water close eye on the trail of light...

And secretly I close my genes, because they fill me crying when waves upon the traveling towards him...

Flying birds...above as my soul wax...

Honey, you often hear the rustling trees, my soul sad pray to approach