When billions of souls walk the globe, I saw a door was opening in the crowd, You appeared in my misty eyes, just like the first time I met you in that blue morning. While billions of souls walk the globe, I met you, It was meant to be. Every morning and dusk in those long years, It often makes me looking forward to the distance and lose myself. Grey leaves drifting in the pond, The plane launched with a boom and take you far away, I surely hear the sound of footsteps in the time corridor, but no one there when the light is on. A few clips of old film flashed in the evening wind and soon span away, Coming you in the high beam, you bring me my sunshine. This world has billions of people, Yet I don't hear a sound.
