Blue as perfect lifted mirrorrain

As translucent tears in your eyes

Holding so pure the few years in your hands

As blue as a may evening



Somewhere suspending in a perfect dream I take your hand, as running along the softness of your arm

Something in the blood in your hands

The light through your tiny veins

It makes me cry

Holding your hand like rain slipping through treeflowers

Interlacing our fingers

As perfect as this time and place is your beautiful face

And we run through mirror rain
In a deep bluе may sunset

The rain melts into our еyes

It sinks in our skin

We run so far away