The night, will never go around
some rain cover the shadows
we are still there, still alive there.
Who have to tell a story, hear it,
the moon is alone and shining.
Where we will hide the sunrise
some hearth breat too fast
and a lot of wish will coming out.
Because the answer don’t exist
but if you will want dream, do it.
(Scrivete qualcosa, che sia una storia, un’emozione o una follia. Altrimenti disegnate un cuore!)
- prima o poi il mio inglese sarà corretto o almeno comprensibile.