Wind…
Your white brushes my black
Covers up my darkness into lighter one
Your highness makes me proud
Can go wherever you want
Try to follow,
Understand,
Pursue,
Never give in,
Never give up

Wind…
I catch a glimpse of heaven,
I hear symphonies,
Thousand flowers, I smell
Lucky I am
Hold on thigh on you
Trust
Believe
That seems like I grow into you
So close, no odds
Simply beautiful

by Haniek