Go home
Wipe the foam
Drowsy eyes
Skin is old
Grow cold
Becoming gold
Tree is grown
Landscape shown
Time isn't waiting
Until it lasts I'll be making
Give me a sign
That you won't fade away
A written note handmade
So I can think of you portrayed
Through each flame
Vanished away every shame
With a daily heavenly kiss With a daily heavenly kiss...
Makes present a bliss