The city dyed red in every corner and a hellish heat is the city of loneliness and war, no one knows of my existence, it will never change, the terror of their faces when they see the crimson spreading and the birds flying away and a man falling although the people in the street, furious, do not see it, the memories of the streets dyed blue remains just a memory, that color is now a crimson red that change to roses and sprout without stopping, the dreams are falling and fall asleep as the days go by, hope crumbles and joy changes to hate, I'm in the fog and I'm hiding until no one finds me and moving away from that place, I'm flying through that city where no one knows me, I know who they are, the sun rises and my wings melt slowly with the passing of the minutes, I'm in the dark and the only way out of this is to return to the place of my many nightmares, I'm falling between arrows, I see you fall through the fire while I see the city with my descent, the fury and hatred in their faces is what I see.
