Little Mystery - Motorama

A day lasts longer than a week

Achievable goals, unreachable dreams

Crows are sitting on every tree

But chimes are still ringing in polyphony

Footprints on the clouds

Shadows on the hills

Ancient words and melodies

Future and past, hope and grief

My lovely little mystery

Two sides — the same coin

A collection of memories

A collection of beliefs

Icons and symbols

Romantic ideals

They disappear and reappear