Left Many Scenes

I open the curtain and the window
I breathe morning air
I got about apartment in front of me
The sky's shrunk a little
The cream colored sky seem to be too small for the birds

I'm thrown out of the sight
"How fast!"
I passed by you without noticing

Like cream turns into orange, like the air at night colors town, you and me

I left many scenes
I leave a scene today again
I'm slower than the light
But faster than the sound
Your words have never reached me
Words never reached me

What if every spice had definitions of "one second"
What could be the difference?
Between the ancients and me, the birds and me, you and me
Even though I don't really care
About what the ancients think and how the flying birds in cream feel

Long hand rounds twelve times
We're colored in black
Closing the curtain, turning on the light
You see?
Here is the fantasy?

The morning comes anyway
Smile to the yesterday's us faded away from pur sight