1 March 2008

On the land of cotton flowers
sea of cotton trees
A boat is sailing east
The doors are locked tight

Vehicles are surfing in the wind
Dusts are snowing on my skin

The shinny waves run through the curtain
There is no one beside me and my heroine
I heard the symphony of odyssey
through the drums
yelling at me

On this land of cotton flowers
Sea of cotton trees
I refused to leave
but I have to
I must

13h