On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous.

On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances. They build their houses with sand and they play with empty shells.

With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again.

They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets. The sea surges up with laughter and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.

Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle.

The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.

Tempest roams in the pathless sky,
ships get wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play.
On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.

Watching the time go, the second hand is moving too fast. Who ever thought that it ever really ever would last. Nobody told me that nothing plays out like it seems, twenty years now. Running scared of all my reams. is it everything i ever thought it'd be? And so tonight, as my conscience weighs a little heavy tonight, i'm back to where it all began. Empty boxes on the stairs, remind me again, that there's never really been anyone there.. But you have to go, or you'll never know. Just how it will all turn out. Forget whats gone, and take the turn that leads to no doubt. I don;t expect you to ring, and the tears they'll fall, but you carry on. And on..

Thank you for your friendship, i apreciate it very much!
Love and peace to you, my beautiful friend!

tu parle francasi,c'est trop cool.