The Paradise Island

We are like an uncomfortable harmony barely continuing. Never turning the last page, for there's no border Between the beginning and the end. * Even though they washed hands in the flowing water, Turmoil attatched on the corner of their heart is so burdensome. One child is flying a kite Over a scream getting louder and sharper. You are standing alone But I know you are afraid of becoming an floating island. At last you have reached here enduring the fierce time like a storm. So you don't need anything else Other than the green grass, a piece of soft breeze And the warming sunray. However it's cruel to stay a little while in paradise, You should leave an evidence of the Heaven Before the shadow of each other fades away.