One single advice

Under the shining glance
-orange of winter-,
light is the wind
that cleans the skin.

They will snow, if they can,
all the dreams.
They will burn, if they can,
all the emotions.

They have always done it
with you, with me, and with everyone.

If you are young,
don't leave anything
for later.

You'll no longer be able,
you'll no longer know,
you'll no longer want.

Under the shining glance,
light is the wind
that cleans the skin.

Orange of winter,
is now of summer.
It has withered,
it's no longer juicy,
it has become a rag.

If you are young,
don't leave anything
for later.

I will give you
one piece of advice:

Don't pay attention
to any advice,
not even this one.

Under the shining glance,
light is the wind
that cleans the skin.