Fear of a dark
The sky is blue
Where I couldn't find your clue,
Which are to be found in an open air
Where there were a lots of tree bare.
Looking through, the dim light here and there,
Without any fear.
Searching all around through the tunnel,
Which are to be clear
Which remains to be open in an wide range of a dark
Without any Clark of sharp
Which are still to be cleared, without any fear.
All of the moments with all your kind
Things to be settled down,
With all of your peaceful mind,
Without any completion of a kind.
Sometimes, it may be up and down
Without any archive goal,
To be cool melted down by the dark
Of an original score of a sharp which are still,
To be cleared by the current point of snap.