To spare the sands,the seas,and the skies..

To become the dew of the quanches the land..

Nothing shall the forestall my return..

Event if the morrow is barren of the promises..

yours and mine..

'I want to line the pieces up'

a scatered dream that's like a far off-memory...a far off-memory that's like a scatered dream..

cherish me baby, and i'll cherish you

this is the last change

don't understimate me..