Time flies fast these days and the nights seem ever so young.
So restless, the air always is, it calls for the higher winds.
The best times are coming. The bright light inside.
I live for that one burst of spontaneity,
That slips through the cracks
Of the antiquity of life.
Cherries in the rain
Cheer my mind up.
Cherries in the rain are so passionately red.