Midnight spring dream

When you’ll leave the red city

Every wall will fade away

In the warm wind we used to stay.

Towers and churches must join the ground

Whistling breeze, from where there’s no sound.

And there’s no if in when

For everything have to end.

Houses and streets, whole world

Tourning down

Haunted past for a feeling so vast.

Will you name a mountain after me?

Or a cliff, maybe?

I don’t know what to say

You’re flattering me

While you’re turning me away.