Look at me!
What you are searching?
In greens of my grass
In colors of my skies
In the beauty of my art
With hues of my light
You will see my birds flying,
Don't you see my colors shining.
Fading memories, I see no color; There is no pleasure, but pains and sorrows. Will bear no more and make it over I shall see the truth. My life will be over
