When the mountain goes bright,
The silouete comes up with the cold breeze
I just sit on the four iron legs.
Some how, all the wave is still around,
Saying all kind of news.
When it comes to me, vibing, and blinking
All atomic moves, want to know why and what.
Translate into language
I see you!
I hear you!
I read you!
I know I should be there, making a great news to everybody
Sharee all the sky, feeling the winding road
Watch all the roads surfer sliding on the air,
And feelin free…
Sky of art