Behind the clouds, the sun is shinin'
We have blown on the clouds thickened on our memories,
Distill in the heart, lost among hisses of wind,
We have looked for lost evanescent fairies
between the flowers of lavender and the fluffy clouds,
We have chained dreams painting them with colored brushes,
One hundred years in a hand and in the other sparks of stars.
We couldn't be more excited. In Utopia we trust.