Fantazia Land

 

My heart is fading out,doctor.

Can you help me please?

My heart is fading out, sir

Can I borrow some fresh air?

 

The little bird knocks on the walls

I think it searches for light in the empty hole.

And black rain covers my bird,

black rain, have you ever heard?

 

Infuse me with some fresh air

take my heart away

put there instead

Fantasia

a dream land-

With a yellow sun in the day

and a white moon while I am

turning blue

This open ocean

reflecting emotional thoughts

upon the water

like never ending eights

one colour leads to another gate

butterflies fall as leaves from tree of life

and rise up as birds crossing the sky

as a knife

as a quivering arrow

in a freedom dance

which knows that this is its

one chance.