This is the last month of the year

Flowers bloom in the sky

The wine in the bottle remains untouched

Not a drop of blood can be seen

I still cannot see a single tear

Even the sighs are denied

When infinite pairs of eyes return before me

I know, I was never invited

Nor was I ever retained

In my hometown, in the repeatedly regretted hometown

The lost ant bites through the last antenna

The setting sun takes away the initial secret

Even if forgotten by a thousand people

I still acknowledge

There are always some pasts that will not return

Even if rejected by a thousand gods

I still believe

The waves indeed exist

It just did not appear on the surface of the sea

Text by / Arno Abou