You stay inside, trying
to climb towards the light
And then you said with
impressions of the past.
The lights were low.
standing right beside the wind.
my mind so blurred,
waiting for this river
to arise again.
You stay inside, trying
to climb towards the light
And then you said with
impressions of the past.
The lights were low.
standing right beside the wind.
my mind so blurred,
waiting for this river
to arise again.