作曲 : Novemthree
By these wretched hands
The fallow heath
Trampled and bludgeoned
Beneath the withered trees..
No. The river sings no more
Of what the wind has forsaken
And we have forgotten..
The flowers that would bloom
And the voice of the waters
Beneath the shifting sky
The clarity of mind..
Pacing the same old cycles, over and over and over and over again
Yearning for understanding, wondering where and how it all began