When I just dream,
All nearest people're around me.
The hiden stream
Of non-calm memory.
Where will it bring?
When will it stop?
Forming a ring
All of the roads.
The wind's behind-
He can not sleep.
The thread of mind
Will bring a trip...
Where does it bring?
When will it stop?
Forming a ring
All of the roads.
The light of stars
Is bright and strong.
Trees whisper's far.
The way is long...
My way is long
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