Вино из одуванчиков

Towards the rising sun,
I'm slowly walking into the autumn mist;
You thought our love to be a simple game
Of passion, lust and poetry,
You even used to tell me, twice a day,
That I was your no.1 priority;
In vain you'll search for me,
In vain I'll appear to you as a wraith,
Be foolish, go crazy, let me drive you insane,
For we both forgot the meaning of "faith";

Silence is my last dialogue I have with,
Dandelion seeds will help me to trigger the butterfly effect
For you to accomplish your cherished dream:
To find out
Why hurricanes are named after people.