When the sun sets and hides behind the horizon,
When the red of the sky turns into black,
And the birds turn towards their hollow nests,
In the morning they’d again fly back.
When the sunflower frowns in the dark,
Knowing it’ll rise with the sun tomorrow,
When the child goes off to sleep,
Knowing it’ll wake tomorrow.
We started there, we are here today,
Knowing that all we did must end,
When the chrysanthemum loses it petals,
To fall on the ground, it knows it will.
A wizard once told me in my dreams,
Of a castle in the airs where things go on,
Where dreams finish all unfinished stories,
Where everything ends happily.