Your salvation is driving through the valley of "Moon River". All your thoughts is what you lost first in your childhood. You are always looking down. Day after day through the long winter. The merciless wind was blowing your mind. Trace the landscape with your finger. White-winged dove pressed onto his horizon. Hmm. Unfriendly man, you wore a precious sweater on a rainy day. You were counting stains on the floor while walking. As if you sought your spot. Your salvation is driving through the valley of "Moon River". All your thoughts is what you lost first in your childhood. You are always looking down.