When The Light Returns To Its Source,

This Is How I Would Die Into The Love I Have For You: As Pieces Of Cloud Dissolve In Sunlight.

A Shadow Cannot Ignore The Sun That All Day Creates And Moves It.

My Soul Is From Elsewhere, I'm Sure Of That, And I Intend To End Up There.

For Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years I Have Been Dust-grains Floating And Flying In The Will Of The Air, Often Forgetting Ever Being In That State, But In Sleep I Migrate Back.

Yesterday Is Gone And Took Away Its Tale. Today We Must Live A Fresh Story Again.