I’m just a hay.
I’m just a poor hay.
I’m just a poor little hay.
I’m a hay that hoping at a wind.
A wind who’s still hoping on a cloud.
It’s wind’s past.
That cloud wasn’t only an ordinary cloud, but it was a part of wind’s life.
I’m staring at the wind.
I’m hoping at the wind.
I’m waiting for the wind.
Conversely, it still staring at the cloud.
It still hoping at the cloud.
And it still waiting for the cloud.
I’m just a hay.
I’m just a poor hay.
I’m just a poor little hay.
I’m hoping I could dissapear along with wind’s gust.
But the fact I’m just a hay, that can only following up the wind’s gust.
I’m just a poor little hay.

Wind, you’re such a beautiful nightmare. You’re too bad to be forgotten, too good to be a memory. You’re too good to be true. You’re inspiring. Your gust wake me from this long grieving. Your carress touch my inside, its puncture but it dont give a hole. Wind, can you take me with you? Go along with you, wind. I really wanna go along with you. Can you leave your beloved cloud? Cause your cloud its just your past. Now take a look at me, please