What background it has
No matter it all
For he remains
Little, crowded, fearful and small

Dark eyes reveal light
Dusty windowsills remain there without a doubt
And so I let go
I let go of you like a dead trout

Circulating the skies, you linger
You soar and soar, higher and higher
The background changes
Hades is what I see, you smell like burning rubber; a nylon tire

So soar and soar and I'll sigh
And cheat and cheat and I'll frown
And I'll keep on moving
And I'll find someone who doesn't change the background