Tiny spots fly high.
Suddenly, they are airborne
The distance is far away, so far away.
Seasons pass by and leave.
That lockdown is everlasting,
but for each night, dawn breathes.
The journey is long, but it must be done.
The distance is far, its footsteps are counted,
I shall walk it.
On the balconies, the song is sad, full of nostalgia,
and I shall sing it.
The deadly swarm is up there.
but for each night,
Inevitable dawn is coming.