Now a road travels through the wild landscape
In the afternoon
As the sun sets in
The cloud rolls over and over into
The blue horizon…
The bags of sorrow were tuned into
The moonlight of a melody -
Pietas…
Underground noise is irregular
With the wild lines curve the escape
Abstract are the light blue paints
Abstract are the crimson taints
Abstract are the vertical faints
Now a road travels through the wild landscape