it's there
i run past round the bend
a maze of grass along the path
i look back
a strong gust of wind blows
as bright light scatters
ah, the past stirs
the place here looks more beautiful
when i try to walk past
"it's a secret,"
repeated the giggling voice
it's still not here
my illusion
it's still not here?
...nope
you're late!
we promised, right?
do you want to see it right now?
i do, i do!
a strong gust of wind blows
scattering about bright light
i still want
memories of the past
do you still want them?
...i do
but how quickly time flies
the clock is acting oddly
do you want to see it now?
i do, i do!
it's there, not here
i slip round the bend
it's there, but if it were here...
i look back
a town of wings
i look back