Allow Me To Be The Thunderstorm Of The Sea
Allow me to be the thunderstorm of the sea,
I would try to suppress the green spring,
And wash the sorrow of the cold snow.
Let me to be a bird,
I would follow a white wave,
And melt in the pure sky.
Allow me to forget the minds,
I would be with the empty heart,
And sink the hope in the heat of tears.
Let me be whatever I want,
I would wake up in a sound of a word,
And shout in whirlpool of a storm.