Pour in, pour out,
With no hesitation,
White water's jumping up and down.
Kick, tick, knock,
With no regretation,
People meet their ends where they belong.
Blue is the warmest colour,
With sax, guitar and Betty Bela.
Love is the loneliest fella,
With joys, tears and quizas quizas.
Thou eyes remain silent,
Where thousands of fairy tales vanished yet reborn.
Thou voices stay brave,
Through too many times twisted or ignored.
So farewell, and not farewell,
Isn't it a perfect day to going on,
For the moon is about to kiss the sun.