Buy me a summer, where you will be, the cool breeze that sweeps the heat away. When those who lost the war will rejoice, with their loved ones singing songs of joy. Be the flower that only blooms for me, on a dried up land devoid of the wet touch. Buy me a city with…

I will walk by your blue window, when springs will be dull and colorless. I will walk by your blue window, when this city will become a rugged mess. I will walk by your blue window, when the songbirds will only sing a melancholy song. I will walk by your blue window, when sadness will…

Pack all your miseries in an album. Leave it at my door of my forest cabin. You can carry with you your past’s glum, ‘cause some memories are worth savin’ Don’t come in tonight as a stranger, Don’t walk away if you see danger. It’s will just be me standing on the bridge, walking slowly…

If you never want to be here, out there in the meadows, beneath the glistening stars, I would understand. If you never want to hear this song, about how strangers fall in love, sitting down face to face in a coffee shop, I would understand. But if you ever take the midnight train, drenched to…

What does it take for a flower to bloom? Is it spring, is it the dew at dawn? Or is it the steps you take on a fog filled morning, embracing each glade as you glide into my morning dreams. What does it take for the river to flow? Is it the ocean’s incessant longing?…