I'll Wait for You on the Day When the Wind Stops

Hurricane It is the background of this world Painters hiding in the dark use blood as their brushes outline false normalcy They divided the sky into three parts "Day" "dark night" and "The time of dawn" hurricane dominance It's a quaint piece of music Often the rhythm is long It is also often caught off guard Watching my flesh and blood disappear bit by bit It's also a blissful experience "Remember, when you decide to come to this place pain "Like a shadow" ............................. People under the crabapple tree "The Wind Stops" is played again ........... "I'm waiting for you"