Kadarh

So find your love and make it happy...
Get your disease and die happily...
And all the wonders under the sea-blue sky will finally decay...
To dust and bones and worms and ashes and nothing will remain, than a sigh, a little whispering, travelling with the wind...

Hello Kadarh !..
It's time to go !...
Better now than too late...
I found my love and made it weeping, then in unhappened nights is so much space between...

There can so much happen...
Travelling with the wind...