We are building sandcastles in the snow;

And we keep staring as they are wilting in a breeze.

The news decide who is dead and who is still alive.

Faded monochrome flowers,

Sadly dancing on a young bride’s grave.

We smile and we cry, the tears taste the same.

Dreams filled with emotions,

The morning dew forgets them every day.

The earth spins too fast; too dizzy to see

The sun is shining through the trees.

I blow soap bubbles of love into your garden,

Put them in your pocket and remember to be free.