Faruk It has been already thousands of year since the first time I met you
In one of the garden located in the country of heaven we were for the first time born
Being attacked by millions of the beasts from where everything being burn
We were separated and I was entrapped in thousands of year of longing
I then lived in a country where everything founded from pieces of dream
Everything seemed so beautiful but it’s never been able to touch the land
So, in between the ruin of the pieces of dream on the ground
I was always living in the trap of longing for something or someone
Sometimes it was like our past world in the country of heaven
Where everything is always certain, ordered, and in a peaceful silence
It was the world always coming in every bright room of my dream
But every night I could never be able to fall in a well sleeping
Cause below the beautiful place of the floating dream
The land was always dark, full of mosquitoes, beasts, and frightening sounds
No father, mother, police could make them silence
I was just a child thrown out from the world so distance
Always longing for something or someone that no body can understand
The kings in the country was always in war for the reason of subjective passion
They mobilize the beasts in a condition to give their own people to be eaten
The frightening sound then was always passing in every corner of the towns
Entering and disturbing all of the rooms where children need a little dream
All of the inhabitants were forced to work hard outside without clear instruction
But if they were supposed to make a mistake choice the cruel sentence threatened
Cause they knew I came from other world in an unknown distance
They permitted me living in a small place located so high from the land
And they prayed of me in order to get any kinds of magic thing
But they always disturbed me in order not to fly to the country I came from
So I then dreamed on everything while I was fully waken
And painting the dream with whatever and in whatever thing I could find
It is in the paintings that I kept all of my memory about us while in heaven
And I just found the real after meeting you and staying two months in Japan
At the first time I saw you again and held your hand
You were still like before while living in our world in heaven
The whole of your past existence was still safely kept in all of the paintings
And I could also read about it in your short black hair one by one
In the corner of your eyes I kept every beautiful thing I have ever found
It is your smiling making the hope have never vanished or been being burnt
It is the way you walk giving me a power to keep on walking in the road so silence
Your fine skin brought me back straight and slightly to heaven
And it is your voice making me have never fallen down to a dirty land
I have never felt alone while traveling town by town of Japan
I always saw your shadow smiling in everything, everywhere, every time
And while reading the map in my hand in every bus station
I heard your voice guiding me to the safe place that I’d find
And now approaching the time of my return
Time is coming like the beast with a very cruel hand
Day by day I am treated like a punishment
Waiting the beasts throwing out myself into the dark island
It is the island that have entrapped me for very long time
It is the island that have separated me from heaven
And in the time that will be coming soon
I will be living only with a floating dream
The life will be the endless days of waiting
The life will be the endless days of longing
I am not sure whether I will still have a self-confident
Living like in the past accompanied only by paintings
I think I have already been to old with a fragile bone
Maybe I will have already been the ash in the blowing wind
Before finishing thousands of year of dreaming
On you
