I dream of snow in summer.
I travel the streams.
I hold sunbeams in my hair and moonbeams in my eyes.
I carry distant lands together.







My tactic is to see you, learn who you are, love who you are.
My tactic is to hear you, and listen to you, build with your words
an indestructible bridge.
My tactic is to stay in your memories.
I don't know how, I don't have an excuse, but I will stay in you.
My tactic is being sincere, and know that you are sincere.
That we don't cast ourselves, so between us
there is no barrier, no abyss.
Though, my strategy is more profound.
My strategy is that any day, I don't know how, I don't have an excuse, you will need me.