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