A long time ago
When we smiled to flowers
We had a box
Box with dreams
It was tightly locked
But we often opened it
And dreams were gradually gone
Where is your sky?
Where is your sky?
Where is it? where is it?
Where is your sky?
Where is your sky?
Near your manhole
But your wings weaken
Something pulls you downwards
And everything goes to ruin
Manhole is slamed
You are stuck inside
And all dreams have definitely
Died, straight near your lashes