Golden days were so strange. Every night make us feel alive. The bell of the start rings and then drive along for the ride. Something has changed. And I still feel. The sky I looked up from the crag was deeper than the reality. I buried concealed regret in the desert and leave behind. Something has changed. And I still feel. Something has changed. Something has come. We are the sleepless. Like a ghost that is living in the dream. Brightest lights call our name and take us out of cold world. I will remember clearly if the time will be whirled away. Countless lights run and burn on and on, again and again.
