
Under the sky.
Life is rustling, rustling.
The darkest winter days
have yet to come.
Without any words
people smile sweetly.
So I look into their
eyes and say hello.
This is a day
without long sighs.
So, I shall strike it
with all my passion.

Under the sky.
Life is rustling, rustling.
The darkest winter days
have yet to come.
Without any words
people smile sweetly.
So I look into their
eyes and say hello.
This is a day
without long sighs.
So, I shall strike it
with all my passion.