Silent Dawn

The sky gains a pink tone has the first rays break the defined horizont line...

The wolf lets out his last cry and the wind brings the first warm from the sun...

Nature wakes up...

She,

She, wakes up slowly...

So slowly...

So perfect...

The New Dawn trows away the old dark sky...
The dawn of a new day is incoming, will the wolf ever cry again?

No principio, toda a mudança do mau é boa, mas bom, bom mesmo, seria prever se o novo nao é pior que o velho.