The days of my childhood kept turning over ; dissolving like sea foam on the crest of the waves. I have been counting them ; the days and the nights, the weeks, the months ; the years. I have been waiting for this day.
The days of my childhood kept turning over ; dissolving like sea foam on the crest of the waves. I have been counting them ; the days and the nights, the weeks, the months ; the years. I have been waiting for this day.