The hopes that bloomed in my heart comes with the wind. It wakes me up from sleep. The memories that was lost in the dark times, little by little it flows between the trembling finger tips. The fragrance that gets stronger as i try to forget in order to go back. It fills up my empty heart and goes toward the light. Under the cloud endless hardship we hold on the end of hope that will disappear. Fly to high; lets fly. Don´t stop for the dream that you can´t accomplish, run until my crying voice reaches the sky. Sometimes i will fall and might not be able to go back but i´ll protect you since you are precious and i can´t give you up. In the maze that is difficult i look at you and smile. My reflection in the mirror is not important anymore. I will not let go of this moment that will never come again. Even the road i´ve never taken before seems like i can´t escape, i´ve already bet everything.