On the hill where the wind sings, he sound penetrates. The sky is crying, its tone is pouring in, into stray drops that fly through the darkness. A love story, intertwined and ardent, like ivy that embraces the walls. In my heart, the song of love raves, he doesn't notice the flame in his soul. And the wind howls its symphony, broken, it flies among the branches. It leaves the mountains, seeking harmony, mixed with rain, with tears. I wait for a new bird song to sound and the sun to dry this earth. Until the wind stills its sorrow and anger and love finds its lost dream. The sorrow that floats in my heart, awaits a smile, that the sun will bring, a new day gives us life and another memory, it quietly carries away.
