The muddy earth smells sweet after the rain,
And it feels strange to stand in this foreign land again.
The wind scatters the orange leaves of trees,
As people's hair floats in this breeze.
They were in awe before this old vintage stage,
And the main characters of this splendid image.
They were in a dream, a creation of the imagination,
As it was to them the only eternal salvation.
Violently soft was that thought to remember,
Because it brought a smile on their faces of amber.
