Special for my friends in CLABIN

The wind brings news
when people could not hear it
also could not bring into my soul
leave the area especially

I breathe the air here
here I opened my eyes
here I am studying
with the teachers and my friends

however,
we will split
because of age and demanding our hope
with a bit of a longing that incriminating

goodbye friend
see ya tomorrow
when the sun becomes a red
when the clouds dressing longing

I'll still be your friend
I'll be back with my smile
with the wings of love