Dendrite ​antihoney

Those windows, those skies
And those birds, those clouds
Fly so low
Forgive me, forgive me
When I only ask for the truth
How can I be so blind?
I want a light (dead light)
I want a little light for this place
There's something cries in me
I only want to be true
So true

(Some reflections)

Those mountains all cloudy
And those rivers all misty
Those scarlet autumn leaves
Can you see them going down
Go down

How bright a night can be
When you hold a light
You hold a light up in me
For this place
There’s something burns in me
A storming lifе
To be true
So true