The name we wrote on the white sand,
was carried by the waves right to the Ocean.
Even if I try to find that gracious name back,
It seems that i never able to find it back again.
As if that i knew, wherever are you now,
I'll be always walking straight to face the day.
The trace we made with our feet,
on the white sand that frivolous day,
is dispersing with the coming wave I see today..
The name we wrote,
The memoirs before the light,
the Ocean's singing as we left it behind us now...
kite remedy
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