Watch the icy peaks shimmer in the cold light, shattered glass blazing like fire.
Will those prophecies sealed away for years come true?
Who treads over snow and soars past, as June snowflakes drift into view?
Deep in the peach grove, flowers fill the sky. Whose side are you on?
Fingers lightly pluck the strings, melodies wander, flute notes break the heart.
Who gazes at the moon and sings alone, as butterflies dance and robes of blue captivate the world?
I paint your brows a shade of blue, hiding a love curse and the sorrow I carry.
From now on, we gaze at each other across the human world. Life is unpredictable, and wisps of smoke drift away.
Where are you?
