The Land of Conjurors

Like a dream with persistence in your mind for something will no longer out of reach that's when I stand at some corner of the beach in the future without harm and fear to be blind. Like the last time to remind you that your seat-belt should be taken before expectantly falling into a place where nature is forsaken. Like you order a cup of coffee combining the bitterness with the sweetness, mixing up the toffee as if you tasted in a way of happiness. Like you are in danger of sailing necessarily in need of help but you seem to realize that your wings suddenly fail.

Flying on the sky beneath the dishes and glasses of wine Left one or two pretending no one knew as natuarally telling a white lie Goodbye, goodbye I have said but how silly I, in believing your eyes There can hardly be a telltale sign before coming to the farewell time still waving farewell to my good fellows for having known that ─ you are not mine.