there’s a sight. that follows me through the cold. there are delicate shadows in these days in the rain. a ship through the dark off the rocky coast. damn, I miss that great old man. cause these walks, through our borrowed land. are surrounded by that void. but thank god for memories and lived lives hand in hand.and they lit up the trees without the snow. there are uncertain histories to all which we know. like our walk through this park off the north pacific coast. damn, I miss my old friend. cause these talks, about our borrowed land. are enveloped by that love. so, thank god for memories and shared lives dear families.