The rang bell of the youth's time

Opens the door of the truth

That distance shadow, certainly a dream?A nigthmare?
A whisper of grief interweaves in the sky
While tracing the trustful path
After hesitating, the answer turns to be...?
A silver rain fall down upon us
Retrieving the sky of the youth
That promise is still overflowing in the eyes
Instead of being helpless, even rather than lamenting
I want to see the quivering tomorrow
Even the comented drams are a evoked daybreak for the truth
Even if we follow each one's own paths
In a distant tiem we'll still meet