One morning, quite suddenly
Someone will announce to me
that the water carried away my crib
winds swept away my park
The rain washed away my tracks
One morning, somebody would tell me
that my memories are covered with white
Someone will tell me
Someone third in me
that I lost myself
one morning
It will ask what happened to the boys
And why not their rate on Starry sky
And where is the sky
This will be a great morning if I wake up
