I  dreamed you was a garden, blooming and colorful in your words,
But you are just a fathing body in a sunset
Leaving without a voice.

I hold on to your hand sweet mother
Even if I know that you dont know,
a hand hold on for the longing
As a heart in greef miss a harbor to go.

Yet there is life and breath, there's still words
wanted to be told
So I cry my sorrow and tears
So my heart never grow cold.