untitled.
it was you, my right man
we both climb the rough hill
waiting the sunset, the lights blow our mind back to these days
when we were small
when we were stubborn
you are getting old, mine getting old
and we're just a bunch of lilies in the hills
the waves are dancing under us
and clouds attract us with a beautiful shine colors
the colors of grey, orange, yellow, red and shades of blue
wind strike out our feet
it was cold but you warmed me
your bones covered me
days were rolling to fast until we just don't believe
i will surprised
we are here, meant to be
100 years ago we are playing around
shared the dreams, that we c