Mattias Gryth

Blue breeze

The face of pale, blooming flowers… is left behind as the seasons pass by.

The rain stops, and there are clouds in the sky.

And there is a gentle, blue breeze.

On the sides of the two… walking from today to tomorrow… there are memories that sway without change.

Forever, forever blooming yet never withering.

The racing of this heart will never cease.

More than anyone, more than anyone, I have looked at you.

Without bounds, this feeling… forever.