Another day I wake up for no reason Remembering the memories of the lost paradise I don't know if they were real or not? But I am left in the past world The wind passes through the moments, endlessly And the sound of the whistle is played in my ears Next to the dark and muddy blue That is talking to me too Every time I don't hear an answer and I get upset My soul is rolling and time is passing My steps are unsteady With an image of an endless soul I am anxious and he is calm Next to the noise of flight And the boats that are stranded In the path of the trees History is passing And the gravity that swallows me My footprints remain In the context of this image I am also part of the history here... PS: This photo is a search that the human mind is always looking for lost paradise A place to rest the soul With a deep and endless root... I hope it is attainable for all people