Rosy Wings 3 (Orchestra)
Silver grains dance.
There is a single flower that blooms quietly in a small chest.
An endless thought glides with the wings.
A white heart keeps blinking during the day when birds fly and the night when stars fall,
Even if my wings fade and lose their shine.
I do not let go of the flowers that are guided by the tone and shine through the light,
Even if it is an unreachable heart.
Beyond the time and the sky, I feel the beat in the palm of my hand.
Silver grains become rain and then snow.