Early morning
Misty and cold outside A few bird cries
echo among the tress.
Awake yet lost,
in my dreams…your visions
seems natural yet unreal
eyes wonder whether to open or remain closed.
I would rather spend one lifetime with you, then face all ages of this world alone
Early morning
Misty and cold outside A few bird cries
echo among the tress.
Awake yet lost,
in my dreams…your visions
seems natural yet unreal
eyes wonder whether to open or remain closed.