GATE

No grip. Just flow. Up to the end. To came back to the start.

If there wasn’t grip in that world I would have been there.

If the water wasn’t salty I would never been alone.

Give me your grip, take my hand, I m falling down toward the stability.

Slightly I am going to stop. Slightly I am going to die.

If I only could listen the nature I would never drunk alone.

My hand slightly touches the water of a river. I feel the vibration, you feel the grip. They called love.

I don’t want to stop, the world will spin again, the moon will pass again over our heads.

The last breath will be yours. I will never stop, even if there is the grip. Even if you are calling it love.

I will run until my tears will be yours.