Castles in the air, heart in the sea.

How many dreams lost and adventures fulfilled ?

Strong walls still protecting and embracing.

After all the clashes and fights turned into dust, left are the deserted rooms and crumbling walls.

Are the ghosts of the past still roaming?

Do they still feel the dampness and cold?

The smell of the daily cooking?

The impact of the enemy’s weapons at their gate?

And do they still escape through the deep cave?

The steps of the visitors echo everywhere now, the bell is still rung to grant our wishes.

Up and down we go, facing the green hills up front and the cold cave in the back.

Time has come to bid our farewells, the gates close behind us, the ghosts lay to sleep.

Peace is restored.