|A romance or a simple tale
A line finished at a point
Sometimes a flash in our spirits
In bringing back all our past
We are receptacles of memories
which we need to open to the world
Identities look for us far
In a book, in a story to be told
So, then we really read the life
We open up our secrets
We relax ourselves of our fears
All the human beings seem equal.
Ah! The heat, the friendship, the love
Ah, the written pages in showing
That the happiness or the suffering
As written pages, it's also passing.