I wake up under the darkest sky
Crawling inside the delightful day
Rain not comes, she now it isn't May
Fool and being tricky

The calendar was leave its mark
In another day they would go
Barking and walking in red park
Illusion and Imagination, no...

I looked up over my head
Butterfly flying over the edge
I just can keep my eyes half-opened
Just to know what is the answer
When October ends...