Leaving all shirts unbuttoned
The breeze is breezing in silence
As it comes to the first end of his days
Are we in error of the days and months
Those seasons that speak in clear tones.
Don’t we all forget the laws
That after night comes dawn
Guess we all part with that memory
That a minute always defeats the previous
That the dust soon gives way to rain
And at last, again, we can all be sane.