大象传媒

Gold

The sun is a burning

Gold

A dent in miserys

darkened fold

It is the only

Shine

for all our life and

all our time

The sun can be many

Things

like a golden bird on

golden wings

or a golden

cat

on a golden

mat

The sun has one

enemy

and my children I'll

let you see

It is the silver

of the night

without a shine or without

a light