The smoke comes floating out
One by one, houses start to light
You know you’re approaching dawn
The presence of winter, tonight,
feels a bit heavy.
As I sit on the edge
I spot the mountains going to sleep
Losing their colours out
Let’s turn down the lights.
Let the fog subside
little by little,
As our wrinkles crumble
beneath the folds of ours covers.
We have another day to live
under the pressure of humanity.