I, far but not away,
promise not to promise again.
Our Earth revolves,
Time passes by,
four Seasons dictate our lives
The Wind is not only Aeolus,
its breath is today a squall, tomorrow a breeze
theirs wings turn the sayings to writings
I cannot speak Marble language.
We are evolving
We are passing by
Four units dictate our lives
I, Wind sweep the emptiness of your days.
You, Wings float around the written sayings.
I, your friend,
promise I will never ever promise again.