Stories that go by are like light snowflakes that touch the water They flutter down and melt deep in my heart without a sound. Memories that come to mind at a moment's notice, like a puppet being played by a clown. If it seems like a dream or a phantom, it is now a story of the past. The height of the mountains and the flow of the rivers, their colours and shapes change a little But your hair, swaying in the wind, is behind my eyelids I walked along the edge of the rainbow, the rut of life that emerges I looked up and saw the moon shining far above. We fought over trivial things and then made up again. Laughing in the sun, golden afternoon light. Melting drops of snow run down my cheeks, a mysterious memory from a dream. Drip, drip, drip, spilling over and already lost, now in the silent sea. Soft white drizzle just softly wraps me Just the two of us in this world, our warm time I walked along the edge of the rainbow, the ruts of life rising up. I looked up and saw the moon shining far above me The height of the mountains and the flow of the rivers, their colours and shapes change a little But your hair, swaying in the wind, is behind my eyelids I walked after the edge of the rainbow, the rut of life that emerges When you look up, the pale blue shines, the colour of water I looked up and saw the moon shining far above me The ice flowers bloomed. Illusions still travel today. ......