the future sadness

For me, my self and the future sadness 

I follow the path, green forest and hot summer rain 

We sing along with all the creatures of the night 

Endlessly into the land of dreams, fireworks and cemetery romantic dates. 

Can I forget a name? the first son of a god made out of clay

We were so happy that it ran out of the life I got left. 

I will be living in those memories until I rest again in the hands of the first man.