1d
After the fire
On my feet
I've grown anew
Green has arrived
In my fingertips
As dust and ashes
Were slowly washed
By bottles of time and surrender
Now a bird's
Sweet notes
Carry me through
Spring
On my feet
I've grown anew
Green has arrived
In my fingertips
As dust and ashes
Were slowly washed
By bottles of time and surrender
Now a bird's
Sweet notes
Carry me through
Spring
On regeneration of soul, eternal voyage
