"The blues of the sky divide the watercolor scene in two
In front of my eyes, I can see the horizon stretching
Out and through the nights and the cold dew
Cicadas alive ignite across the pavement’s burning hues
Neither a sigh, never a cry, would ever fall from you
While following fate, our time ticks away
In spite of the days I kept to your pace
That were just so dazzling
At the end of tomorrow will we be…
You and me?"